That really fucked up moment when you realize it was all for nothing.
i’m a strong believer that not everything you do needs an explanation. if you want a tattoo, get one. if you rather stay home that night, it’s okay to miss that party. don’t forget that you’re living for yourself. you don’t owe anyone an explanation for your choices or preferences.
I am tired of tears and laughter,
And men that laugh and weep;
Of what may come hereafter
For men that sow to reap:
I am weary of days and hours,
Blown buds of barren flowers,
Desires and dreams and powers
And everything but sleep.
“Garden of Prosperine”
Sorry, I’m too in love with it.
Sorry! I love it too much to part with it!
my sister just informed me that if you say “rise up lights” you’ll sound like an austrailian saying “razor blades” my life will never be the same