I keep forgetting I set my phone’s welcome message to “why didn’t you kill yourself today?” so whenever I turn my phone on that comes up and I shrug.
I was bored so I made a list of reasons earlier. It wasn’t very long.
I keep forgetting I set my phone’s welcome message to “why didn’t you kill yourself today?” so whenever I turn my phone on that comes up and I shrug.
I was bored so I made a list of reasons earlier. It wasn’t very long.
This is how I feel about drawing.
Every time there’s thunder I secretly hope the world is ending. Someone came in and fixed the light in my bathroom this morning. I have no idea how they knew it was broken, I didn’t tell anyone. This is creepy.
I watched this tonight. It was really beautiful, I wish I was as good at being a ghost as the protagonist.
I just realised that discounting my birthday I’ve literally only had human contact with one individual in person over the past month and that’s because they’re my study-partner. Which means if she didn’t exist I would’ve spent the entirety of the past month in almost total solitude. No wonder I feel like I’m going crazy. This must be like cabin fever.
I’ve just been reading through this for a while now. I have no idea why this is so sad/entertaining. ;n;
“Travel is useful, it exercises the imagination. All the rest is disappointment and fatigue. Our journey is entirely imaginary. That is its strength.
It goes from life to death. People, animals, cities, things, all are imagined. It’s a novel, just a fictitious narrative. Littré says so, and he’s never wrong.
And besides, in the first place, anyone can do as much. You just have to close your eyes.
It’s on the other side of life.”