Too Exhausted To Explain My Soul To Someone Again Just For Them To Puncture It All Over Again.

why do i feel so good about it? >•<

September Affirmation (Don’t Be Afraid) by Keaton St. James

я обожнюю книги. книжки. книжечки. книжочки. книжечечки.

це єдине, до чого я не байдужа

Вчора була річниця з дня народження української поетеси Лесі Українки (25.02.1871) та в українського актора й режисера Леся Курбаса (25.02.1887)

The feminine urge this, the masculine urge that, what about the the morbid longing for the picturesque at all cost???

I am a quiet seeker.

absolutely

its sooo fucked up that tomorrows monday. they need to invent another S day

guys, yesterday in my so-called virtual diary i wrote an extremely spontaneous and emotional thought. “like i don’t belong anywhere. it feels like this all the time”. and here it is. the answer of the fkn tumblr post appearing out of nowhere. do i still have a need to share my feelings with actual people or what?

That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.

~ F. Scott Fitzgerald

imagine being the first ancient person to realize that the ocean and their tears taste the same. imagine realizing that your sorrow and the waves share a taste. i wouldve gone crazy

embrace the joys of not being included in everything