I want to talk about everything with at least one person as I talk about things with myself.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot
thinking at length about the “there is no one for me in the world” in the end of an era to “no one’s ever had me, not like you” pipeline
tumblr is my little vague diary. you guys know nothing and everything.
not to be big and greedy, but i need an eras tour live album featuring a compilation of the acoustic set mashups on streaming stat
Something freezes me from my real spirit: is it fear of failure, fear of being vulnerable? I must melt it.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath