Well I’ve neglected myself for a while.
A little longer, it won’t hurt.
29th Jan
24th Jan
23rd Jan
I hope that God forgive us, all of us sinners— Lupe Fiasco
Turn us back into beginners.
It’s fascinating how much I love classical books, or movies, or classical-themed books or movies.
The magic of the silver screen, or even Jane Austen-based Masterpiece Classic features, are just beautiful to me.
There are very few things I plan on taking to my grave.
This is one.
There is a person I love more than anyone. Perhaps it isn’t love, but I’d do anything for said person. Said person is the world to me. Said person goes unmentioned because I am so possessive that I refuse to even mention said person’s name to anyone, beyond “No comment,” and “My baby.”
And when said person told me what said person was planning to get themselves out of… an incredibly sticky situation, I wasn’t about to begrudge said person that.
But now someone’s actually dead and the entire plan has gone awry and the guilt, the guilt never ever stops. I feel like trash and I am trash for allowing this to happen. But no one, absolutely no one, gets to know. It’s not fair that this happened. Life isn’t fair, you say? Well fuck you. This shouldn’t have happened. I feel terrible like I have never felt before. I am scum and trash and I just don’t deserve life anymore.
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Sometime Around Midnight- The Airborne Toxic Event
Ah, the money quagmire.
To hear people my age complain about not having money makes me feel bad for being born just a little bit loaded. And it’s nice to be able to afford whatever I want, when I do actually want things.
But honestly, grow up. When people normally don’t have cash and all of a sudden do, they find it to be some sort of bragging rights over others. Really, though?
There are many things that we would throw away if we were not afraid that others might pick them up.— Oscar Wilde
