As opposed to that quote about “the horrifying ordeal of being known,” do y’all ever feel so positively UNKNOWN and UNSEEN that it frightens you? Like there’s a self that you feel on the inside, and you believe to be “you,” but it seems like nobody else sees that version of you? And they’re interacting with someone that isn’t you but a projection of their experience of you? What’s more, perhaps nobody will ever know your true essence and you will die without ever being fully realized????? I’m only two beers in honestly
Victorian keepsake album filled with locks of hair from family members.
via Roses & Rue Antiques
literally the only thing that matters in life is creating what you love and genuinely loving other people. being hot is meaningless and depressing. being successful if your heart isn’t in it is meaningless and depressing. sex without affection is meaningless and depressing. partying or drinking with people you don’t like is meaningless and depressing. political posturing, saying stuff you don’t believe in for brownie points, performing opinions based on hollow moral schemas instead of listening to what your heart says about being kind and understanding, all meaningless and depressing.