“To Live Is The Rarest Thing In The World. Most People Exist, That Is All.”

Quoted a passage from The Aeneid and now my boyfriend thinks I'm a witch.

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That time of year

I have the sudden urge to just cut contact with everyone I know, and to become a mysterious person who everyone is curious about , but they dont know anything about me.

I want to be seen walking through the rain on a Thursday evening with my trenchcoat and purple scarf, headed to the bookshelf, where I can sit and look brooding while reading the many used books.

I want to then disappear, and no one sees me leave. I want to be a mystery. I want people to wonder, "who is that? And why are they here?"

ᴄʀᴇᴅɪᴛ: @ᴄʀʏʟɪᴄᴀ

ー remains of spring

“Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the universe.”

Albert Einstein

Might fuck around and create a fantasy world in my mind to distract myself from the pressures of reality.

— another rainy day...