loyalty of the wolves

used to think people cried over some crazy shit before. then i realized that i was just emotionally repressed & that i’m definitely the weird one bc it takes me so much to reach the point where i can release pent-up emotions through crying. like genuinely so much. and normal people don’t function like that

i honestly don’t know how this happened but somewhere between my childhood and formative years i forgot how to exist like a normal person and started to either overthink everything or make disastrous choices without any proper thinking at all. no middle ground whatsoever

I hate when I crave and want and desire like girl if you don’t shut the fuck up and stare at the wall

holding my own face in my own hands and screaming “there is no connection without an open heart! you must be brave! you must be honest! you must be true!” in the mirror

the cognitive dissonance of wanting so desperately to read and yet not being able to. there is a mental block in my head and i am both the one who is building it and the one scratching away at it with my nails

do y’all realize just how beautiful it is that everything is interconnected in this universe like if you didn’t do that one thing then you probably would’ve never met certain people or if you decided to stay in that one place or didn’t read that one book then things could be so different that’s so crazy