washing my silly little apple. cutting a slice of my silly little loaf of bread. putting on my silly little chapstick. listening to my silly little playlist. looking at silly little trees. feeling the silly little rays of sunshine on my face. holding my warm silly little cup of coffee. buying a silly little pretty bouquet for myself. reading silly little fragments of poetry. except everything listed above isn’t silly and little it’s the essence and spice of life like sugar and cinnamon coating our existence and making every moment so beautiful and enjoyable in our own little silly ways
i want a life
“i could fix him” well i could watch him spiral into bloodlust and madness instead. it would be significantly more fun
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Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing.
- Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment
when you want to be the main character but really you’re the annoying background character at best and the unreliable narrator nobody likes at worst
All my grief says the same thing— this isn't how it's supposed to be. And the world laughs, holds my hope by my throat, says: but this is how it is.
Fortesa Latifi // The Truth About Grief
You’ll read a classic and it’ll be 3 pages of pure dialogue but it’s just one dude going on and on in paragraphs about one minuscule detail
i hate when men aren’t covered in blood or smoking . whats the point then
healing series 31.08.2019
anyone else been letting the days go by? letting the water hold you down?