Why am I the worst fucking human being on this planet
can i just like…,., live in some small village by a big forest/woods in europe that has many mysteries that i can solve and explore and abandoned buildings that no one knows about and live in a tiny cottage with my dog and eventually find love while i study psychology,..,. with lots of plants and everyone is nice and knows each other,.,., and travel a lot,., is that too much to ask???
“I think there is always a book out there that can understand anyone’s suffering. Perhaps that’s what literature is all about.”
— juansen dizon
Nobody really wants to hear that you’re not okay
