Personal diary where I journal my thoughts.
we're not kids anymore.

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@religiousagnostic
Personal diary where I journal my thoughts.
I do quite enjoy the art of play-flirting a lot. Until my misanthropic tendencies kick in, that is. That’s where I get disgusted — not by the person but by the situation itself — and think What am I doing here?
I often feel the need to start over, leave everything behind. As if that could ever grant me a sunset different from the one I witness every day.
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein
—Iris Murdoch
Unknown // Suzanne Scanlon
Anaïs Nin // John Steinbeck
Lee Krasner // Franz Kafka
Yukio Mishima, from Spring Snow
Text ID: Dreams, memories, the sacred-they are all alike in that they are beyond our grasp. Once we are even marginally separated from what we can touch, the object is sanctified; it acquires the beauty of the unattainable, the quality of the miraculous. Everything, really, has this quality of sacredness, but we can desecrate it at a touch.
L. V., excerpts from the epilogue
Architecture and statue of Lucifer’s defeat at Boston College
𝔦 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔦𝔣 𝔦 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥, 𝔦 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔬𝔲𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔫 𝔪𝔶𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣.
The only weapon I desire is knowledge 📚
"ʜᴇɴʀʏ? ᴀ ᴡᴏʀᴅ. ɴᴏᴡ."