Earth Is Just Too Loud, I Wish I Could Go To The Moon

im so selfish

im on my third day strike of binging.

I want to hurt myself

You know whats better than sex? Falling in love with a fictional character, but not the kind of romantic love, but the kind of love that you just love them because you’re completely sure they would understand you, that you see yourself in them, the kind of love where you imagine with them late night drive, late night talks, those characters you know you could talk and talk and talk about everything, and they’ll love you for that and you’ll love them. You just know you could relate to each other, and understand each other. Maybe even have similar tastes in music or movies

Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1935-1942; tr. by Philip Thody  

library date?? coffee shop date??? museum date?? art gallery date?? stargazing date?? napping date?? picnic date??? yes

list of things you are loved by no matter what

the moon

the stars

your favorite books

scented candles

fairy lights

cats on the street

the wind in the trees

old libraries

freshly made tea

freshly baked bread

soft music

i have been rearranged at a molecular level

-Albert Camus, Notebooks 1951–1959

[TEXT ID: "Somebody inside of me has always tried, with all his strength, to be nobody." END ID]

Unreal Unearth is for those that are feral and ravenous and filled with unbearable yearning, those that love Greek mythology and Irish folklore and Dante's divine comedy, those that believe in the cruelty of the world and the love of the people in it, those that love and hurt and live and die

Me @ myself anytime I open my mouth: