[[MORE]]i find myself at a loss for words more and more often
This has become too close for comfort.
I was born of your silence. You feed me with your words.
I need to find my hobbies again. It’s like I’ve lost myself in the rush and pull and push of everyday life. It’s like all that exists of me now is marks and evaluations and “pushing myself” to work more. All that I write about is related to the sciences. All that I breathe is ink and procrastination. I need a break, and I know it’s coming soon, but it’s...
[[MORE]]We Could Happen, AJ Rafael.
Go placidly amid the noise and the haste, and remember what peace there may be...– Max Ehrmann, Desiderata: A Poem for a Way of Life (via palides)
We ought not to treat living creatures like shoes or household belongings, which...– Plutarch (via zenhumanism)
Keep your head up!
But everyone disappears, no matter who loves them.– Dave Eggers, What Is the What (via beautyisanillusion)
[[MORE]]Please don’t let me fuck this up..
I have the best, best friend in the world. I admit it, (: