dammit, neil, the name is nuwanda

it really is insane how waking up early will grant you access to some of the most beautiful sights and sensations in the world that will make you want to live forever, but only if you overcome the gauntlet of a thousand razors that is getting out of bed early. truly one of life's little saw traps.

You Are Not Wasting Time; It Was Given To You As A Gift, Freely and Generously; Is Rain Wasted Because It Falls On Gardens, Grass, Disgruntled Birds, and Umbrellas All The Same?

kafka had his diaries, didion had her notebooks, plath wrote in journals, and i have my tumblr blog

i feel like I'm living in that movie "all the bright places" but just the messed up parts of it. there's no violet, no wonders of indiana just the freak, just 'people don't like messy' part of the movie

sorry that many of you are extremely sad like me

Kafka looking at us from afterlife

the secret history a book where being an extrovert is a crime punishable with death

*SPEAKS SOMETHING IMPRESSIVE ABOUT THE SAME INTEREST LOUDLY* *but pretending to be talking to someone else to get their attention*

[visibly shaking] im sooooo normal i have a normal amount of interest in things

do you agonize? experienced any agony lately?

um

i miss you sweaters i miss you trousers i miss you long sleeved shirts i miss you coats i miss you boots i miss you socks i miss you