if you can and want to, go to college when you’re 30. move out at 40. learn to drive at 50. life is short but it is also so long. it’s not too late to do new things.
how do you deal with anxiety ?
i let it fuck me up then i go to bed
The Drowned, by Josef Manés (1867).
whatever we held each other through, it couldn't have been love.
a lot of loving and being loved by people is recognizing when they're sincerely trying to help or comfort you even if their words are clunky and unhelpful at best and holding onto the sentiment that they are trying to reach for you at all. and a lot of the time that has to be enough because it's all you're going to get
poetry is wild because in any given collection 30% of it will make you feel nothing, 60% will make you feel varying levels of confused and curious, and the other 10% will crack open your brain like an egg and reveal new truths about the human condition
Benno Kögl
oh I see. it was the crime of wanting. that's why I deserve it.
Nicolas Tarkhoff (Russian,1871-1930)
Cats by the Window, 1909
Oil on canvas