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tomorrow i will get my life together. if i’m not sleepy

man yall the interpersonal drama in ancient rome was something else like. there was a guy named crassus who had a pet eel and was so sad when it died that he gave it a funeral, and when another dude named domitius ahenobarbus made fun of him for throwing an eel funeral, crassus was like "oh so this is coming from the guy who's buried three of his wives and not even shed a single tear about it." wish i could've been in the room for that one

i love the rain. especially when it starts early in the morning. i love looking out to see a gloomy sky, i love the slight breeze as you open your window, i love the sound it makes as it touches the surface. i’ve come to appreciate life more every time it rains.

When Jane Austen said, "And sometimes I keep my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in," I felt that