“I don’t feel particularly proud of myself. But when I walk alone in the woods or lie in the meadows, all is well.”
— Franz Kafka, Letters to Friends, Family, and Editors
omg whATs up girl hows that blogging i mean tweeting going
great the tweets and bloging is fire i’m kinda slaying it tbh
“To the Return of Times Lost” By Charles Amable Lenoir (1860-1926)
5.12.22
made breakfast and tea and journaled before class
(later my boss gave me a jelly donut at work)
do u know how dumb u have to be to rate limit a social media outlet, allowing users to view only 600 posts/day, which can be scrolled through in two minutes. literally sentencing your own platform to death…
me and every guy
my favorite romance trope is the worst girl you can possibly imagine. and guy who loves her anyways
5.20.22
me when i’m drawing ophelia and writing an essay about ophelia and listening to the ophelia score and wearing my hair like ophelia
Oh god chapter 69. I can't believe they interrogate the Abbe Busoni (Edmond Dantes) and Lord Wilmore (Edmond Dantes) about the Count of Monte Cristo (Edmond Dantes). Hilarious. Fantastic. Love it.
Not all of us are meant for greatness. Perhaps I'm not meant to be known and have my face printed in newspapers and my name preserved in history book. And that is okay because if I cannot be great then I can atleast be good. I can be kind and gentle, I can smile at people I don't know and pet stray animals and make my loved ones laugh and I can laugh with them and I can love with all my heart. And if I can be good then that is enough. If I can make another of God's creations feel loved and cared for, is that not enough to make me worthy of the space I take in this world
Wine is slutty drunk and bourbon is cozy drunk