Polkadot

Sometimes the joy in life is the fresh bread you buy on your way home after spending a day with your family and realizing no matter what, they'll always be the same and you'll always be the mediator you never fucking asked to be in the first place and you're just trying to fix something that's already damaged beyond repair yet you still can't let go But what can I say the fresh bread hits different

Maybe that's all life is about everyone trying to tell each other stories. Maybe it really is why people started making noise with their mouths all those thousands and thousands of years ago until two of them found they were making sense. Cave paintings just couldn't cut it anymore. Hands and eyes are better suited to talk. A different way to say I want you, I need you, I love you.

in my albert camus era (neither death nor coffee can save me anymore.)

Ahhhh i hate the sudden heartache that you get when you randomly get reminded of a memory of someone

Why do you answer questions with more questions!!!

"When i first met you, i felt a kind of contradiction in you. You're seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you're worth." (Haruki Murakam)

And you keep falling in luv like rain drops

i resort back to guilt like a deer running to its mother. because home is where it is the hardest to sleep, and the air i walk through is a victim of my pace. stay silent, and suddenly, the entire world is my jury.

people who clearly have terrible eye sight yet refuse to wear glasses are so silly(one of those ppl)

I'm tired of romanticizing everything and being so nostalgic there's no reason for me to keep a candy wrap, a piece of string, a washed out ticket, a single broken bead and 2 cents but here i am clutching my box of memories like my most prized possession

I have felt you hanging around my neck and stuck in my throat, I have felt you streaming down my face, I have wished for our death and cried in our grave. the birds used to sing your name in the morning, now I wake up to their silence, for they, too, are afraid. I would bury myself inside of you if I could, I think that would solve this.

you have been dead and alive again, you have been roses and the dirt, you have been birch wood and you have been coal and you have been the storm and you have been the cold.

But I'm Emily's flickering lantern when she knocked and banged on each door to find herself

Ofc I would know smth is going on when she circles the kitchen with her hands behind her back, looking like a detective who is close to crack the case