when sylvia plath said “if i didn’t think, i’d be much happier” i felt that

another slow cloudy morning with hundreds of thoughts about the uncertainty of my future

learning from the brightest mind of ‘em all

it's always "i can't wait for friday" or " just need to get through these next few days" but what am i waiting for? what am i doing?

you can never bring somebody up, if they don't wanna go up. you can't.
no matter how good you think you are, no matter how much you wanna tell them you can help them, if they don't wanna go up, there's nothing you can do.

today i chose to be easy on myself, feels amazing!!

morning

city that lives rent free in my head

finished watching hannibal yesterday.
it’s the first time i watched series, and loved every second of it.

this is where my thoughts about authenticity begin