sometimes the idea of not knowing literally keeps me up at night. But not oh-poor-me-I-dont-know-the-secrets-of-the-universe (ok, that too), but like, there are so many books that are handmade just for me, and I might never read them, there are so many songs that I will never listen to, there are so many poems that could resonate with me, but might be written in a language I don't understand. Like, there were so many great writers in my country and I just know that there are as many in others, but their work is not translated or maybe it is, I just never happened to stumble upon it - and it is so frustrating, that I'll never know. There is someone out there, whose work would be life-changing for me, and I'll never know.

uhhh this is probably gonna get lost but I’m not totally sure how to use all the features of tumblr and I want to know if there’s a way to separate my reblogs from posts I’ve created myself. I don’t wanna keep scrolling through a bunch of stuff I didn’t make so I can remember that one dumb joke that I made up and nobody else did