One Day You Think: I Want To Die. And Then You Think, Very Quietly: Actually. Actually. I Think I Want

one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.

- via duckbunny

there is some unsaid relationship between books and humans

There is something so intriguing, so fascinating about library cards, the ones that are kept inside the books, with the list of people who issued it and the return dates. Like yes, show me who read you before me and let my mind imagine unrealistic scenarios for them.

act of service

will you just let me be silly for a sec. there's this dread so ancient in me

"If you smile too much you'll get laugh lines!!!!!" what a horrible curse, to be afraid of having happiness permanently placed onto your body

“I never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.”

Franz Kafka.