you know when you’re reading a book and someone asks you what it’s about, it’s so frustrating trying to even begin to explain what it’s about, like how do you get them to understand an entire world that you’ve submerged yourself in, the feeling it gives you when you read it, or the love you get to feel towards fictional characters???
you just have to answer with like a really lame description that would never do it justice and it sucks
Literature is strewn with the wreckage of those who have minded beyond reason the opinion of others.
so someone once called my old english teacher immature (because at this point he was spinning around on a wheely chair) and he said:
“Yeah, but the truth is we never really grow up. We just masquerade as adults because that’s what we’re expected to do.”
and to this day that is the single most profound thing i have ever heard uttered by someone dicking around on a swivel chair
Fill your heart with bees. If someone breaks your heart, then they have to deal with the bees.
- me: im so tired, i could collapse into bed and sleep for a year..
- me: gets in bed
- me: how was earth created
- me: who made microwaves
- me: how does the internet even work
- me: i'm hungry
- me: feels bad about something i did 4 years ago
- me: remembers 73 unfinished tasks
- me: too tired to sleep