Tolerating always turns to resentment. At first, you call it patience, then love. But what it really is, is self-abandonment. Every time you swallow a boundary, excuse a pattern, or silence your discomfort, something inside you keeps score. And eventually, the bill comes due.
today I walked 5km and took photos of the illegal tent camp outside the parliament building in Belgrade that has been occupied by president Vučić’s loyalists and criminals
also had noodles for dinner but forgot to take a photo
Dads were right. Walking around with your hands behind your back and looking at everything around with a mild look of disgust and annoyance is so much fun