the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
Well, i have so much things to do, guess i'll just take another snack to distract myself from responsability instead π€·ββοΈ
Staying sane. Not losing it over my studies. All in the hope that someday I'll have my own house with my own little indoor plants with books all over the place and I can sip my coffee and play with my cats and be at peace with someone who loves me
all i do is listen to music and dissociate from reality
I think I've come to terms with the fact that there will always be a ribbon of loneliness running through who I am.
β Jenny Slate, Little Weirds
The bubbling desire to create something at 3 am is so lovable
Do I have an essay to do for tomorrow ? Yes. Was It annouced yesterday ? Yes. Do I have any ideas of what I am doing ? No clue.
Books have set my expectations for life too high.
One day I will stop procrastinating, but today is not that day
i donβt mind teaching you how to love me, as long as youβre willing to learn
π|| She/her || β|| 20|| daydreamer || History student ||β|| π³οΈβπ
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