what if i *remembers that making suicide jokes is not conducive with my goal of improving the wellbeing of myself and everyone around me* transform into an oyster
big fan of repetition in poetry. like hell yeah say that shit again
Being with someone and acting like a big silly dork and seeing their smile and knowing that they love you for it is the best feeling in the world
my take on the books vs fanfic debate is that the written word was invented by the devil
st. catherine of siena drinking from christ's side wound
in a hagiography of st. catherine of siena, alsace, early 15th c.
source: Paris, BnF, ms. allem. 34, fol. 43v
and is the narrator in the room with us right now?
reading back an email i sent to my english teacher while i was having an episode and holy shit
You are going to laugh until your stomach hurts again. You're going to be in awe of a sunset. Watch your favorite show while you eat your favorite food. Find money on the street. Discover a great band you haven't heard of before. You will find your way back.
i won't lie you guys it's getting a little hard to imagine sisyphus happy :/
need a month off work to work on my theories