DO YOU MISS IT? CAN YOU FEEL IT? HOW DO YOU COPE? WHERE DO YOU PUT THE PAIN? WHERE DO YOU LEAVE IT WHEN YOU LIE DOWN TO SLEEP? HAVE YOU BEEN SLEEPING? OR IS EVERYTHING TOO MUCH? HAVE YOU LOOKED AT YOUR CHOICES LATELY?
People call Russian literature depressing, but I’ve never read anything more life-affirming. For those who’ve known real darkness, these books are salvation. It’s no exaggeration to say Dostoevsky (especially Brothers Karamazov) literally saved me. And this quote explains why.
| Vacay zapped the energy out of me unforch all I do is do assignments and play cod mobile all day now that I've returned God help me Break tje Cycle God help me Procure seventeen pounds of Crake cockane
(after three beers) Do you guys ever feel sorta.. empty? Like you're housing a malevolent entity as a passenger in your body but have no identity or will of your own
Friend 1: you're probably just a husk man
Friend 2: vessel alert
some guy caught me with my hand on a tree chanting. i was SO EMBARRASSED. i still hope he just thought i was standing there catching my breath, but probably not.