The Fourth Little Pig Built His House Out Of Wolf Skulls. It Wasn’t Very Sturdy, But It Sent A Message.

how does one annotate books

like how

when i read a story all my thought is just "STORY STORY STORY" and not "oh i like this i wanna highlight it or mark it or write something in it"

so like how does one annotate books

People underestimate how much it fucks you up to be subtly excluded as a kid. I would try to talk to my classmates and be met with disinterest or annoyance. The one friend I had, who I clung to and nodded along to his every word, had other friends he liked just as much or more. And his other friends didn’t care for me at all.

I look back at pictures from the time and see how separated I was from them. I remember knowing I was different. I remember posing questions about the world to the girls playing next to me and realizing that they had never asked the same ones to themselves. That the ways we thought couldn’t be more different.

I kept myself amused with my own fanatical stories and musings in my head. I would wander the playground on a circular path, imagining a friend and being sorely disappointed when it didn’t feel as real as I’d hoped.

There was a bubble separating me from everyone else, thin, and nearly invisible, but with a pearly sheen you could catch under the right conditions. I knew it was there, they knew it was there, and it changed me

screw regal, fantastic, gorgeous, ethereal victorian portraits, I WANT THE SILLY GOOFY ONES, THE ONE WITH THEM JUST LIVING, BREATHING, LAUGHING, LOVING. GIMMMEEE

hi yes I'd like to order a fucking break for the next million years please. thankyou.

mitochondria really is the powerhouse of the cell huh

Maybe I'm not introverted, maybe I want community, gossiping over a glass of wine, coffee shop dates, dying in some club's dirty bathroom, knowing half a city and saying hello to my favourite restaurant waiter; maybe I got too badly burned too young, just got too scared, settled for living in numbing comfort

Планы на вечер….

doot doot

omg i got a doot doot :D

Cats

“ᴡʜʏ ᴄᴀᴛs ᴘᴀɪɴᴛ: ᴀ ᴛʜᴇᴏʀʏ ᴏғ ғᴇʟɪɴᴇ ᴀᴇsᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄs”, 1994. x