I Only Have You.

the urge to roam around europe reading books and trying to find myself

The greatest illusion that books made us believe is that when you suffer, struggle, or are in pain someone will notice. There is nothing more tragic than realizing you are not the character of anyone's story. You're alone, and the only person who will eventually notice is yourself. Nobody will come and save you, no plot twist is granted to happen and change the odds, and it's the greatest lie literature has ever told. Someone will care, others will not, but ultimately you're the only one who has to save themselves, the plot twist happens because you want it to, and that's what makes you the main character of your own story.

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Dream

Guys? I think I'm really tired. Sometimes I just sit listening to people and I think: "I really wish I could hear you..." You know? Like with my own ears. I wanna listen to your voice completely unaided by technology. I wish I could hear what you sound like with my own ears. I just wanna hear you without everything sounding so dulled like it's underwater. It's been so freaking long since I really heard someone and I really just wanna hear you talk. I just wanna hear you talking, not even saying much, just talking. For hours and hours if you have the time. And I wish I could say things back and not stutter and sound like an idiot. I wish I could carry a conversation like other people can. I wish I could freaking talk. But I can't talk to you about all the crazy things I think of or listen to all the dumb things you have to say because some guy thought that it was more important for them to drink and drive than it was for me to be able to tell you the joke I heard yesterday the way I heard it said. I just really wish that accident had never freaking happened.

Doctor: Has anyone here taken ondasentron?

Student: I have.

Doctor: How is it?

Student: Absolutely wonderful.

Doctor: Yes, until you have to pay for it.

golden hour in september - michael dudash / kim english / leon wyczółkowski / olga kvasha 

When someone understands your silence >>>

A healthy habit I wanna do more is just telling God: I love you. I praise you. You gave me life, you chose me to walk on this earth, to experience life, the gift of existing as myself, and that is crazy, that is gigantic, of all the billions and billions of possible humans to bring to life you made me. The number of people that could be created is infinite, yet here I am. Thank you. My existance is proof enough of yours.