My Weary Mind Refuses To Put Her Thoughts On A Paper Tonight, Bluer That The Night Sky, My Ink Smudges

good morning and happy is it really tuesday tuesday

it’s not about havin’ someone to love me anymore, this is the experience of bein’ an american whore

The survival rate of human babies is shockingly impressive considering how fragile they are and how many terrible parents exist.

"This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time."

And then they kissed

— July 31, 1917 / Franz Kafka diaries

I really like the word “smitten”. because at first glance you just think of sappy lovey-dovey stuff but also you have to remember this is a word that’s born of the word “smite.” a devastating word. a word that, summarized, means stricken. smitten means stricken as well — struck with devastating affection.

Huge fan of human connection, and love, and loss, and laying in the dark at night with the fan on thinking about things other people taught me and crying grateful happy tears