the devastating gap between the dead end of a hyperfixation and the beginning of a new one

funny n insane friends will heal me

my morals are like my personality , they don't exist

The Plague | Albert Camus
— #Novel #Psychology
Might seem a bit lengthy and boring...

#fucksocialmediareadbooks

Lonely Castle in the Mirror | Mizuki Tsujimura
— #Fantasy #Japan



Ariel | Sylvia Plath
— #Classics #Poem


Women Don’t Owe You Pretty | Florence Given
— #Self_Love

Something that goes along the line of “Am I really indebted to the world for all these factors?”

Rebecca / Daphne Du Maurier
#Classics

for those who love classics but also crave a bit of mystery and plot twists!



Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage / Haruki Murakami
#Novel

This novel is relatively short and deals with themes of friendship, loss, grief, and sorrow. It focuses more on the journey of the story than its conclusion.

(I was going to put good words for them but I'm against it)

nothing like a good nap after a long day of doing nothing

there’s something more humiliating, more mortifying about having an objective point of view. of being able to exit your own body, stay far enough to get a good sight of the show and see right through yourself. the pathological urge to ignore the way you feel, the thing you are, and what you’re trying to be, being damn well aware of the truth. it is much heavier, much more deranging to fool yourself. fooling everyone else is evil, fooling yourself is pathetic.

I’m never cooking up what you’re craving.

Attractive cause they don’t understand you, cause there are a lot of things they want to discover, there’s a wall they want to breakdown, cause you are like a very interesting puzzle they feel the need to solve when they do, they grow tired and you are discarded

Me jumping head first from the highest building cause I've been removed from my function

We listen,we laugh and definitely judge

Time is just a band-aid it won't heal anything

fantasizing about apologies you know will never come is a creative way of self sabotaging.

rip charles bukowski you would’ve loved the amount of anger and hatred with the dying love mixed with sorrow and longing for something which cannot be named that lives inside of me.

Boring days, an unknown future, and an irregular sleep, the days pass and nothing new.

Avoidant mf!!!

idk probably just smoking everything away might as well roll a blunt but using tea instead of actual weed.

God forbid what girls do when they are bored