Lol Why Was I So Pressed??

Lol why was I so pressed??

Also why does she know so much about botany???

I’m leaving this here for me

nothing is better than a well-written heavy angst fic

Definitely just cried (more like wept) at the cinema tonight. Watched A Quiet Place: Day 0ne.

Today, the world feels too big.

I’m too small, too insignificant, too temporary. My mind keeps shredding itself at the realization.

Normally, I’d take refuge in the vastness of it all, hide within it like a freshly dried blanket.

Today, it feels like being left astray in the middle of a cold ocean. I want to drown.

i’ve been bed rotting in a decidedly self destructive way lately

being and nothingness, jean-paul sartre // the metamorphosis, franz kafka // i am the architect of my own destruction, juansen dizon // albert camus // as consciousness is harnessed, susan sontag // ralph waldo emerson // allen ginsberg // tennesse williams // letters to felice, franz kafka // sylvia plath

let’s snog (and a little more) then stay up all night building a village in Minecraft