this couldn't be more true
no one:
me: feels guilty for not reading, yet still doesn’t read
i made coffee, and i was stirring it calmly, gazing into the empty space on my table wondering about how small i am, this world and how i'll find my "mate" and how'd i hug her just to tell her that she's warm, like those calm raindrops along with the sun shining and its making rays making their way through the thick layer of dark clouds.
I didnt realise it until now,
It was a leisurely feeling
everytime i come back to tumblr it feels like ive opened a long forgotten beautiful book
Faceless bodies → Whisper of the Heart (1995)
Me
i gave up, on me
im my only mine
and i gave up on me.
i have no value
and there's no worth to me
my efforts & my work
has proven nothing to me
stranger in the mirror
becoming more unappealing to me
i was my only mine
and i gave up on me
we were great together
for brief of time
it was a fun 'we'
i wasted our time
like gold but free
guess I'll never know myself
and whats holding me back
is this the voice of someone else?
or a deliberate devil inside of me?
well, i should not bother
and get used to things
as they are, maybe.
because, it's my ability
to not change, and waste my youth
probably.
its snowballing downwards
absorbing and destroying everything
the end won't be peaceful
the end won't be prettty
i owe my life to someone else
there is nothing in me
i was my only mine
and i give up, on me
taking photos whenever you go out, is my thing
and water them everyday ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
I’ll make flowers grow in the saddest part of you.
is it just me or do everyone delete their posts because the holy spirit slapped some sense into you and you're not the same person you were 10 minutes ago
sorry professor i did not do this asisgnemtn becuase i was too sad! NO consequences please. goodbye
—reasons to keep a diary/written record of existence.
credits: 1. anais nin; 2. sophocles; 3. fanny howe; 4. @pigmenting ; 5. louise erdrich; 6. tristine rainer; 7. clarice lispector; 8. sei shonagon; 9. elaine feinstein; 10. susan goldsmith wooldridge.
my favorites in all the movies
just a lost 18 year old kid in search of something (he/him)
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