Polkadot

Yes, i indeed side eye everyone that says love changes 🙄

The Waking Moon by Arthur John Black and by Edward Robert Hughes.(1851-1914).

I would say loving yourself and being narcissist isn't the same but nooo you wont listen

the urge to become superior than everyone else>>>

She didn't like suffering And i was fucking Dostoevsky... Yk what respectfully fu

Men would rather die than suffer patiently in pain...but who wouldn't.

*internal screams*

Ну что ж, блять, чему эта вселенная пытается меня сейчас научить?

'Adulating' a fancy term for googling how to boil an egg

I never visit my special friends for dinner; the thought of dining with strangers has always repulsed me. In such places, it feels less like eating and more like being consumed. A person doesn't eat; they are eaten

Now it’s my heart. I’m angry with it. The constant beating. We’re wired to be unaware of it, so why am I aware of it now? Why is the beating making me angry? Because I don’t have a choice. When you become aware of your heart, you want it to stop beating. You need a break from the constant rhythm, a rest.

Umm

how do you say 'please talk to me more, I crave your company.' to someone without sounding desperate and creepy.

Daily reminder that we actually dont see the whole story.

Okay,Who is Elenore? She sounds like the kind of person who brings a single, wilting flower to a party and announces, 'It symbolizes the fleeting nature of joy!' Elenore, just bring a casserole like a normal person! What did the casserole do to deserve that. Elonore and her entire, utterly un-romantic, 'woe is me' manifesto is making me sick... Who is she and why does her name brings lots of sadness to my soul

The level of deepth im in right now is 'is she bringing the chips or not'

Realizing you are born an artist you are just vulnerable and afraid to make evidence of it

I love kids, when I can return them.