An animated soul, cloud dreamer, daily muser, bibliophile, reticence & a whirling dervish💫 (i'm my own parasite wasting my life bit by bit in few characters)💫
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing."
By William Shakespeare
— Macbeth (Act 5, Scene 5)
“Yes, death. Death must be so beautiful. To lie in the soft brown earth, with the grasses waving above one's head, and listen to silence. To have no yesterday, and no tomorrow. To forget time, to forget life, to be at peace.”
― Oscar Wilde, The Canterville Ghost
I want people to stop being embarrassed for pursuing majors in literature or the arts. You're pursuing your passion, you're acquiring empathy and wisdom, you're resisting the ruthless utilitarian logic that says money and profit are all that matter.
Growing up did you ever feel like there was a secret rulebook of social norms that everyone was reading except you and you were always accidentally making things awkward or are you normal
We can't control all the outcomes
Let go of the reins, ride the rhythm
Doubled my vision, ain't fairly new to this feeling
Searchin' for meaning, still don't believe it
Stopped at the ceiling, all these-
Lightly floating ecstasy
Don't you ever hope for something else?
Breeze outside my window turned to color
Know that I’ll see the sun again
Leaves have turned into a tint of orange
Answers that will lie inside myself
What will I leave behind me?
Where will I choose to go?
To tell the truth, I'm tired of falling
When I'm floating I'm closer to u