looks inside procrastination -> it's anxiety -> looks inside anxiety -> it's fear -> looks inside fear -> it's shame
will byers stan first human second
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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looks inside procrastination -> it's anxiety -> looks inside anxiety -> it's fear -> looks inside fear -> it's shame
Anaïs Nin, in a diary entry dated 30 August 1926 featured in The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1923–1927
Keiko Hiratsuka Moore
actually not sleeping barely eating doing drugs all day long and jacking off feels soo goood without a psychiatrist in ur ear telling you that ur bipolar
What the fuck is wrong with people, seek Jesus. Damn heathens.
sorry panties fiend
found this three year old draft buried in my files. is it funny? I don't remember
Chekhov wrote it before Camus
i went to "mad at me" island expecting to find people i knew, something i understood. but when my boat landed, standing upon the shore were a million empty husks wearing my own face. every foot of the island was occupied, and everywhere i went, they watched me with contempt. they never spoke, never breathed. they simply watched. no matter how i grovelled and begged, snarled and cursed, tried to hide or kicked and hit, they simply stared. the hatred in their gaze was inescapable, but i could hardly return it, knowing that their doomed existence was of my own creation. knowing that the hatred was nobody's but my own. in the end i just wept, unable to stand the relentless gaze of my own infinite glare.
the guy who i accidentally cut off in traffic last week was there also
getting that august feeling (things that have ended endlessly are ending again)
Some books are good and some books are bad. Remember everything i taught you. Goodbye forever.
lets play throw each other down the concrete staircase
the silence becomes a presence
Im in the pussy like forgive me if this is uncouth
what you learn from hobbies:
consistent practice opens up whole worlds of skill that you couldn't imagine
making mistakes in the process of learning is not only natural, it is also essential
activities that you enjoy can give you more energy back than you spent on them
wow everything is so expensive
my hands hurt
the inherent romance of literally everything when you’re a sentimental bitch