Mia

perpetually late, permanently tired ; definitely caffeinated ; mentally living in a black&white film

[p-mirjam]

[p-mirjam]

my letterbox top four in moodboards

[devotedlyluckyarbiter]

They claimed to know me, just by understanding one of millions of shattered and scattered pieces of my heart

[velvetveill]

[p-mirjam]

Fml I want that.....

[p-mirjam]

[mindenhangulathoz13]

Ha részegen rád írok

becsülj meg

mert rád gondolok akkor is amikor gondolkodni is alig tudok

[shakespearesdaughters]

[p-mirjam]

the truest thing I've read today...

[p-mirjam]

I'm staring blankly into space, a bottle of water beside me—because if I caffeinate, my sleep cycle crumbles.

The whitewashed wall in front of me seems empty, yet carries the weight of infinite secrets I’m trying to decipher.

So allow me to pour out the tangled mixture of my racing thoughts:

What if we're already in hell?

What if we’ve died long ago, and simply forgotten our “previous” lives?

Maybe the true pain lies in the forgetting, the remembering, the awareness that we will die again.

And joy—yes, even joy—belongs to the suffering, because when something truly happy happens, it lifts us…

only for the heaviness to strike back twice as hard afterward.

So yes, this is a "perfectly healthy" Saturday night thought, courtesy of Mirjam.