Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Claire Keane

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Albert Camus, from a letter to María Casares featured in Correspondance, 1944-1959
“When I kissed her I was so full of desire between one kiss and another that I felt I would lose her if we stopped kissing.”
— Mahmoud Darwish, tr. by Ibrahim Muhawi, from “Journal of an Ordinary Grief,”
“and at some point I thought to myself: ‘no person deserves this,’ and I realized that includes even me.”
— Unknown
what doesn't kill you makes you weird at intimacy
i am extremely well-adjusted and mentally healthy as long as nothing goes wrong ever at all even a little bit
the smallest artist i listen to? probably the bird outside my window
wanting to talk to people is so fucking embarrassing. literally hi it's me again I wanted to have a conversation with you because I think you're fun to talk to. oh god you can just fucking kill me if you want sorry
souls don’t meet by accident
“I’d like it if you stayed.”
— Lorde; 400 Lux
I hate myself
sometimes
Randomly hearing your favourite song is more satisfying than putting it on yourself
A good indicator of how close you are to someone is how comfortable you both are in silence.
*enters*
b i t c h
*exits*
m o t h e r f u c k e r
You know you had a different day when you don’t check social media until back in bed.
Humanity will probably end itself before the sun blows up
the biggest lesson im learning is that nothing is as extreme or as permanent as our emotions convince us they are. nothing is certain and things are always fluctuating and there are always exceptions and there are always mistakes. there is always pain and there is always love. everything is a delicate touch away from changing
me: *gets hit by a car* sorry