The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
The ending of Remember Me (2010) has that horrible split-second where the camera reveals the date and the entire theater realizes what’s about to happen at the exact same time.
you open instagram and it’s like everybody’s lives are perfect, everybody is like travelling, thriving at their jobs, planning their futures, amazing relationships etc then you come here and everybody is like a sex addict drug abuser in low grade psychosis
currently thinking about when justin bieber wore a Jonas Brothers shirt so joe jonas wore a shirt of justin wearing their shirt so justin wore a shirt of joe wearing a shirt of justin wearing their shirt😭