Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.
— Ally Condie, Matched
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Growing apart doesn't change the fact that for a long time we grew side by side; our roots will always be tangled. I'm glad for that.
— Ally Condie, Matched
I want to be so disgustingly over educated that the second anyone has a question they automatically know I have the answer to it
pre-pandemic me was really out here just doing tasks every day without any problems. who was she.
““The Greek word for return is nostos. Algos means suffering. So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.”
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Milan Kundera
them: i love you
me: that’s nice however that is Impossible™ considering i am, to the very core, fundamentally unloveable
Emotions you fell but ,fuck up while explaining:-
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1. Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.
2. Opia:The ambiguous intensity of Looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.
3. Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out ofplace.
4. Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.
5. Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.
6. Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.
7. Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.
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For more words refer to my board on pintrest 😅
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“If you’re not careful, the newspapers will have you hating the people who are being oppressed, and loving the people who are doing the oppressing.” - Malcolm X
“You know I’m old in some ways. In others, well, I’m just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness and I dread responsibility.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise
the internet is an inherently haunted place if you think about it like. it's so weird to see long abandoned discussion boards stuck in a snapshot of the past, old conversations between kids from over a decade ago who have now grown into their own lives, obituaries taking the form of half finished profiles. and the silence that fills the gaps between. there's a constant ghostly record of each generation's thoughts, fads, their sense of humour. back when the future was at their fingertips. even stranger, people you used to know exist openly in that space, and they watch you watching them. if you want, deceased musicians can play through your headphones. there's always an underlying sense of reminiscing and time escaping our ever shortening attention spans. what a fuckin graveyard
I feel this
“Dear Reader, There’re a few things you need to wrap your head around if you’re going to understand me. Even then, and for a long time probably, you won’t like me. You’ll see me for what I am: mean. But I’m not traditionally mean. Not outright. I can be, yes, yes. But that isn’t the business at hand. What I mean is; I seem sweet. But I’m going to become who you need me to be and then I will get bored, and it will be over. One of many faults: I flirt when I’m bored and I’m bored very often and very quickly. See, when you meet someone, I think you decide instantly whether they’ve potential or not. Then, later, they fall into one of two categories: romantic, or platonic potential. Another common theme in my life; the people I love rarely ever love me the way I love them. So. Not much progress there. And I swear, you’ll think I’m the least romantic person you’ve ever met until you realize I actually romanticize everything in my life, if it lets me. One thing I’ve come to believe is that you could learn to love anyone so long as you decide too. If you put yourself behind their cause, into their thoughts, if you rooted for them. You’d find something to love, and you’d hold onto it, even when the rest of the good falls away. That’s why so many get stuck in people and places that aren’t good for them. We idolize, romanticize. However you want to spin it. After all, how many times have you rooted for the villain in a movie, so long as they have bigger villains to fry, so long as we’ve labeled them as our protagonist? Evil is evil. But I mean, the lesser of evils. And no. Don’t label me that. I assure you, I’m the greater of them. Though I still believe you could learn to love me despite that. Like I said, I become who you need me to, whoever that may be. Who I really am is…adjustable. Dispensable. Fluid. Because that’s who I need to be for me. Means to an end, right? Besides, we pay plenty of people to lie to us every day, we just call it “acting” and let them rehearse. It’s fun, and helps with the boredom. Isn’t there a different version of us in everyone’s mind? I’m just helping that distinction along. Some are going to call it manipulation, but I’m not sold on that term yet. There’s a lot to know about me, but knowing that will get you far. The rest is easy. I’m not religious. I don’t have a god or gods or whoever. I’m not sure I fall into any available political party, or am interested to. I don’t agree with most rules or ideologies, I don’t have any outstanding traditions. I have sunsets, and luck, and a good gut feeling, and coin-toss decisions, and the ever-present faith in karma to settle the scores. Not in the eye-for-an-eye kind of way, but in the just-desserts kind of way. Everyone gets what’s coming to them, just not always in the way you expected and rarely ever is it revenge. Everything has a way of straightening itself out. When it doesn’t feel over, it isn’t. When you don’t feel right with someone, give it time, you’re not done with them. Permanence isn’t something you achieve. I think most importantly: I don’t love people “forever,” I love them “always.” You don’t have forever. So love them while you have them.”
— THE LETTERS: AN INTRODUCTION