Mysticallamasong - Enjoy Life, Theres Plenty Of Time To Be Dead

tw: burnout vent

ahaha does anyone else find it funny when your family tells everyone about how much you like to read and base everything off of books you loved when you were in middle school so you feel obligated to read so you read like 72 books within the span of three months during the summer before 8th grade and now you're a sophomore in high school and have only brought yourself to read like ten books since then bc you burned yourself out so hard that you lost a literal part of you? cause i think its super funny.

the masculine urge

the feminine urge

the human urge to yearn for the existence of dragons

welcome to finals week… main goal? focus and do your best, it’s you against the world.

"yOu hAvE aLrEaDy lEfT kUdOs hErE" BITCH STFU NO I HAVNT YOU WHORE

Going to the wizard bookstore to pick up the latest scrolls and stopping to pet the kitty that sits in the window right before he turns back into the elderly shopkeeper and I'm stuck awkwardly patting his bald head

Therapy is not enough, I need to eat pasta with the person I love on a sunny afternoon in an Italian vineyard.

The synopsis looked good

the cover looked nice,

You opened the book,

and began a new life.

You found a new home,

you met new friends,

You kept on reading,

hoping it would never end.

You danced through the pages,

you sang out the beautiful words,

You felt all their joy,

all their pain and hurt.

The pages cut your fingers,

the words cut your heart,

Like the author had a knife,

and was tearing your soul apart.

You laughed with the characters,

and with them you cried,

You fell in love with them too,

but with them you died.

A catch in your breath,

as the climax grows near,

You become deaf to the world,

the book's all you can hear.

You're completely lost now,

Or perhaps, you are found

In this strange paper world,

that's far from the ground.

When the book reached it's end,

and your broken heart couldn't heal,

you just suddenly realised that,

all this was not real.

This is what it is like reading a book.

Your world becomes an interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, thoughts and images altogether. Paper and ink. Black and white.

- by Shweta Amirapu

Learn to love reading and research I promise you’ll never be bored again

childhood was so crazy. my parents were kind of young. a meal seemed to last forever. i could run for ages. everyone was alive