there is only one of everything, margaret atwood
“it’s so fucking over” yeah dude it’s 11pm it’s the end of the day it’s time for you to go to bed. and tomorrow you’ll be so fucking back because you’ll be awake. go tuck yourself in dude you’ll be ok
Fyodor Dostoevsky, Poor Folk (translated by C. J. Hogarth)
don’t want to be a girl i want to be a single star in the night sky shining so bright all the way to lonely people who look up and hope to see a sign
Two crows were observed perched silently atop a street light during a misty morning in coastal California. ♡
in the bar passing the phone around saying “have you read this poem? have you read this poem?”
daydreaming about having enough energy to do things
when susan sontag wrote “I must change my life so that I can live it, not wait for it”
btw I have neither changed nor lived my life and am still waiting for it. hope this helps