scio me nihil scire

crazy how i find myself thinking i've got a handle on it all finally and then i see the ways that other people tangle their lives together so easily and live so easily together with their friends and i feel like that girl at the top of the stairs painting by norman rockwell

úgy hallottam már el is kezdték lecserélni a kerítéseket kolbászra

What wait WHAT

Oh, to be a medieval monk sewing a patch in an old book with your most vibrantly colored thread

Smash Mouth was right, the years start coming and they don’t stop coming

leave your fucking parties. and get on here and blog

first rule of december 26-31 don’t think about your life

‘beyond the scope of this paper’ is a dear friend to me. I Am Not Fucking Talking About That

Oh ok so it turns out ive been borrowing grief from the future ! it turns out ive been preparing to lose the things i love rather than basking in the light of them while they last. Maybe i should nt do that