Get lost and go find yourself

I have finished Red Dragon, 9/10. Hannibal Lecter is fucking goat

you wait till tomorrow to eat that candy, to put on that new sweater, to start that notebook, to use your best cologne, to read that book. and suddenly the candy is five years out of date, the sweater is no longer matching who you are and how you wanna be perceived, the notebook has now yellow paper, the cologne lost the scent and only smell like alcohol and you already had enough spoilers about that book. yet the tomorrow never came, the perfect day never happened. the sky isn't getting any brighter, and then you realize a sunrise wont change your life.

"you all have a little bit of 'I want to save the world' in you, that's why you're here, in college. I want you to know that it's okay if you only save one person, and it's okay if that person is you"

I finished IN THE PENAL COLONY, 8/10. I really want to see a psychiatrist after this fucking book💀

Page 6 29 يوليو 1984 عزيزتي المفكرة، إليك قصيدة. من ضوء نافذتي يستطيع أن يراني لكنني لا أراه حتى يقترب يتنفس، بابتسامة عند نافذتي يأتي ليأخذني يدور بي ويدور هيا نلعب هيا نلعب استلقي ساكنة استلقي ساكنة استلقي ساكنة. أغاني صغيرة وقوافي صغيرة قطع من الغابة في شعري وملابسي أحيانًا أراه بالقرب مني عندما أعلم أنه لا يمكن أن يكون هناك أحيانًا أشعر به بالقرب مني وأعلم أنه شيء يجب تحمله. عندما أنادي لا أحد يسمعني عندما أهمس، يظن أن الرسالة له وحده. صوتي الصغير داخل حلقي أفكر دائمًا أنه يجب أن يكون هناك شيء ما شيء ما فعلته أو شيء يمكنني فعله لكن لا أحد لا أحد يأتي للمساعدة، يقول، فتاة صغيرة مثلك.

This Chanel just saved my life, if u wanted to hear some novels in Arabic u should see this perfect Chanel

I just read hunger artist right now, and deamn kafka is crazy 7.9/10

It's a pleasure to share one's memories. Everything remembered is dear, endearing, touching, precious. At least the past is safe-though we didn't know it at the time. We know it now. Because it's in the past

Do you ever start scrolling through your camera gallery looking at all the memories thinking about life and the passage of time and aging and people and places and nostalgia and times you can never go back to and feelings you’ll never forget and how it’s the little things you miss the most like a summer morning from somewhere you no longer live