Perhaps The World Will End At The Kitchen Table

When you’re depressed, you grasp on to anything that can get you through the day. That’s what depression is, not sadness or tears. It’s the overwhelming sense of numbness and the desire for anything that can help you make it from one day to the next.

www.coolnsmart.com (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

me, mentally flipping through the various daydream universes i’ve crafted up like records in a crate: hmm, which fantasy shall i indulge in tonight?

Ada or Ardor: A Family Chronicle, Vladimir Nabokov

if we could read minds I still don't think we'd understand them.

if u and I were little frogs. we could sit on leaves together. u ever think abt that.

How to Decay Gracefully / Mahmoud Darwish, from Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (tr. Ibrahim Muhawi) / Etchings for Ulysses, by Mimmo Paladino / Meditation On The Threshold: A Bilingual Anthology Of Poetry, ‘Monologue of a Foreign Woman’ by Rosario Castellanos / Dead inside, Oils, 2021

reblogging this to add that it’s become so bad that the tumblr app keeps CRASHING (it’s my 7th attempt at writing this before the app just quits) so if i’m inactive u know why :,)

piwon comeback in less than 2 weeks and guess who JUST learned that their phone’s motherboard is completely fucked

canceled my prime membership today