Im Doing Everything Im Supposed To Do To Get My Life Together, Why The Fuck I Feel The Same ._.

why am i the way that i am and why is this the only perspective i’ll ever fully see through and why is every day a struggle and why is grief forever and why is everything getting more and more expensive and why is there no version of the future that feels right

perpetually torn between:

taking classic literature seriously and over analysing every detail so that I can deeply understand themes, motifs and references and absorb every poetic quote into my being OR treating classics as if they were just silly little stories about silly little gay people doing the most weird, unhinged and out of context shit ever (which they are)

im so selfish

Hozier b like "hey girl what if the ceaseless battle between unconquerable suffering (as a consequence of existence), and the indomitable human spirit, was just. in ur earphones. What if the constant tug of war between the limitlessness of love and inevitability of heartache was literally injected into u via sound. Like. just playing in ur ears for an hour. Take my hand. Let's take a stroll through hell, baby :) wouldn't that be gre- why are you crying"

is it gonna happen?

unknow / @ell-hs / @rumiensze / Anne Carson ,The Beauty of the Husband / Isle of Dogs (2018) / @ell-hs

tired of being brave about things i will now be openly pathetic

Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1935-1942; tr. by Philip Thody  

a family can be 2 kids who love each other and a bunch of cocoa puffs

im on my third day strike of binging.

I want to hurt myself

“And then in the worst moment I hope there is someone holding my hand and say everything will be okay.”

— Thoughtkick