But eh I guess humans tend to babble to relieve themselves

And the root of it all? Fear, naturally

The fear of dying alone
The fear of being unloved
The fear of failing
The fear of feeling incomplete
The fear of ending up in hell

I'm merely a human, burdened with the same ordinary fears as anyone else

And I find myself craving guidance yet never muster the bravery to ask for it

Oh to be a dumb kitty no guilt no doubt only meow meow

This is where I post from

Perfect timing for a Russian movie

How I love the scene where Anastasia wanders around her old home — the palace

Nostalgia, such a bittersweet feeling

This place
It's like a memory from a dream