kawum

I've been living in this flat for one year. It has one room and I brought one piece of furniture with me. How the fuck did I accumulated so much stuff?! And how am I supposed to bring that back home on a train

How. Did it take me around 7 rewatches to notice that Aragorn took Boromir's vambraces?

idk if this is a very personal thing or an universal experience, but I just recently fully realized how much language actually fucks with the way I connect to my thoughts/feelings? Since moving out from home, all my life is taking place in English (my second language), and I use English with all my friends safe for the few words and phrases we learned from the others' native languages. And I always felt like talking about feelings and struggles is so much easier that way because everything is passing through a filter, everything feels slightly detached from myself. So i think i'm quite good at compartmentalise when i'm using English, and then I finally got a therapy session, and i'm telling them the same I did to my friends all the times before, just in my first language this time. And suddenly the filter is gone, i'm one (1) sentence in, and screaming, crying, throwing up. Loving this.