every second counts

(does one thing) hm i think i deserve a little reward :) (walks around in circles listening to music for three hours)

me, mentally flipping through the various daydream universes i’ve crafted up like records in a crate: hmm, which fantasy shall i indulge in tonight?

i might just fuck around and put a loaf of bread, a wedge of cheese, and an apple into a handkerchief, tie it to a stick, and hop on a freight train headed west 

i love characters who could get the absolute Shit kicked out of them and still be fine but as soon as someone touches/handles them gently it’s like “ah. im going to shatter to pieces now thanks”

Comparing yourself to others is a disservice to your soul. There will never be anyone like you. Embrace your own path and focus on your progress.

books?? amazing. paperbacks?? soft, cozy, may fit in your pocket, cheap so you don’t feel bad for taking notes in them. hardcovers??? beautiful, pristine, ground you into the world they hold by making you grip them tighter, the stars of every bookshelf. ebooks?? convenient, cheap, always with you, a vast library that you can hold in your palm. new books?? crisp, the smell of wood, ideas waiting to imprint themselves upon the world. old books?? objects transcending history, sweet smelling, enriched by the hands that stroked their pages. books.