I'm NOT Going To Say This Again

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

just us, infjs, completely done Snufkins.

I am perpetually stuck between the desire to connect deeply with those I love and the desire to live in utter solitude. I fear equally, being disconnected from myself as much as I fear being disconnected from others.

The more time I spend alone, I feel the tug from two directions: the need to step outside my isolation and encounter the world outside of myself…and the desire to protect the world within from the unsolicited disturbances from the world without.

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

haha same

i would also add “the images in my head which accompany the flow of music from my earphones”.

my personality is like 92% the last book I read

Castle in the Sky, 1989

not bad.

I just want to live in big oversized sweaters and read while drinking hot coffee and look out at the rain from the comfort of my tiny cozy little home.

Feeling Witchy

crossing fog somewhere in Switzerland

too exhausted to explain my soul to someone again just for them to puncture it all over again.

nocturne, excerpts from my journal