Планы на вечер….

He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

i don't want to be smart, i want to be brilliant

Do you ever feel like you miss out on life, because you are not able to socialize the way most people do?

I’m plagued with an exhaustion no amount of sleep can fix

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

i do not ghost purposely i just have no idea what to say ever

the entire point of life is to be silly, kind, and really weird btw.

the idealized version of my tomorrow self will fix this