#artbeepotatoe

[nimmmirzeitmit]

idées bizarres

moi: il est parfait

je l'aime

il s'occupe de moi

moi: non,

t'as déjà dit ca une fois, et il n'était pas vrai. c'était un grand faut. ce sont seulment les hormons qui te font dire ca.

moi: mais l'amour, n'est-elle qu'un grand mensonge consistant en hormones?

moi: mais si c'était vrai, qui serait dieu dans ce cas?

[nimmmirzeitmit]

i sometimes sit in class and question the humankind like everything we know, everything the teachers are trying to tell us, why do we want to know it? why do we make such a big deal about it and talk so serious about how statistics can be classified, how often a sine graph repeats its period in a certain amount of time (which is also a measurement set by our kind) or how many tiny charged pieces are in one tiny little thing we can’t even see; it seems a bit riduculous considering the fact that we’re all finite- non of this will last! But at the same time i know that curiosity is of course rooted in the human spirit and that it is also a kind of respinsibility we have to take in exchange to get to live on this planet. it really makes sense to want to know everything about this world. i’m no critic of education or science- i just think a lot when sitting in class.

[nimmmirzeitmit]

so basically we all need someone who is interested in us. like in the whole person of us. we simply desire a soft voice, demanding to know how our day was, asking for every single detail, listening with great attention and whilst doing so, giving us the feeling we’re all longing for: to be heard,to be understood, to be comforted.

[nimmmirzeitmit]

When you realise that all the problems you’re currently dealing with are caused by one single person

[nimmmirzeitmit]

me: *decides to calculate current age in days*

me: *closes eyes, does it*

me: ...6095 days

me: *opens eyes, dramatically glances into sunlight and throws hair back* AND I'M FEEEEELING GOOD

[nimmmirzeitmit]

went shopping in order to be “ready” for school