i’m actually tired bro, like from the bottom of my heart. i am tired
hardest pill i swallowed was realizing i didn’t mean shit to people that meant a lot to me.
"Weird energy in here today" I say, referring to the inside of my brain.
if i lived a few thousand years ago i would be hailed as a seer or a prophet because of my ability to fear things before they happen. nowadays they just put you on prozac and disregard your visions
being a boring uncool insane mutual is a hard job but someone's got to do it
when you start reading again and it's like oh. oh . the sun actually does still shine.
I'm always saying shit like "been in a weird place recently" despite never really being in a normal place to begin with
what if I decide to let the joy slowly creep into my life the same way dread does…… what then
my hobbies? uhh.. peeling back the layers…. uncovering metaphors.. mirroring…..connecting dots…..stuff like that
“But one must learn to read, just as one must learn to see and learn to live.”
— Vincent van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh
