dear god the sheer magic of being so invested in a book you just sit and read half of it feverishly without any ability to stop, just gulping down word after word like it’s water in a desert and your eyes aren’t fast enough for your mind and when you reach the last page you look up and realize you’re not decades and miles away but in the space of your own room,,,, truly unmatched by any other human experience
"Like water, too much pressure can lead to escape."
- Titan Academy
Drawing a lot of sci-fi garden/home backgrounds for work lately~ ✨
Shielding myself from everyone.
OM—!
“You promised that you’ll never show up before me again. You must keep that promise.”
“But why do I feel like we’re going to meet again?”
So how is it that second-hand embarrassment is the single most powerful and weakening emotion one can feel from media?
Tragedy? Delicious.
A hard-earned happy ending? Wonderful.
A convoluted narrative? Keeps you glued.
Simple slice of life? It’s entertaining.
Second-hand embarrassment? Hang on, g, I gotta pause this for fifteen minutes, no, I cannot continue watching this right now, I am just not strong enough.
Is there anyway to not cry when angry?
"The moon had been observing the earth longer than anyone. It must have witnessed all of the phenomena occurring—and all of the acts carried out —on this earth.
But the moon remained silent; it told no stories. All it did was embrace the heavy past with a cool, measured detachment. On the moon there was neither air nor wind. Its vacuum was perfect for preserving memories unscathed. No one could unlock the heart of the moon."
—Haruki Murakami, 1Q84