“I just read them for fun.”
“Dictionaries?”
“Yes.”
“That doesn’t sound like fun. That sounds awful.”
“Awful used to mean ‘full of awe.’ The same meaning as awesome. I learned that from a dictionary.” He blinked.
“See?” She said. “Fun.”
(Max Barry)

the psychological explanation for why you find more comfort in libraries than you did in your mother's womb-

Sadness is a poor, tired man, searching within us for a rib to rest his head on, away from the laughter of joy that awakens him.

i have a problem of creating problems when my life feels less problematic

Whatever I do, it's in the name of science!?!

I'm pretty sure I just accidentally declared war on a flock of pigeons using a series of nonsensical emoji.

Am having a good time I forgot to hate on the holiday.

Arguing is my number 1 hobby and I despise people who hate arguments or they just simply say something to end it, how BORING can you be.

kinks include: disappearing, being unreachable by phone

"In this whisky world, im a cup of coffee. "

"Beauty means nothing to you,
You just want someone whom you can't devour that easily"

and perhaps the lake was created for the pebbles distorting it, stripping it of its right to be a mirror to anything.

I literally love to leave like... I love to go. I love to vanish, I love to exit, The minute I'm not enjoying myself I literally have no choice but to bounce. But you are different– you stay– like the stain I couldn't rub off my favorite shirt, the one I've tried to scrub away countless times, but refused to budge.

I've thrown that shirt in the wash, soaked it in bleach, even considered throwing it away altogether. But I can't. It's my favorite, damn it. And besides, the stain… it's part of the shirt now. It's a part of me

I believe in simple life, one where tea gets cold because I am busy looking out the window

I keep on wishing I was more than I am, but even when I become more I feel I'm still way less than I was before.
I keep asking myself to try harder, but the harder I try the less I feel the appeal to achieve what I perceive as something that would make me want to live.
I keep getting up and trying to move past the horrors of my mind and leave all I felt behind, but the more I try to get away I see there were more to find.
I keep on trying to grasp those few seconds of faith I feel once in a while, but since I felt one it's been a while.