i carry a lot of hurt in my heart but that will not stop me from growing and healing and becoming better than i have ever been
Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf
sometimes I get so jealous of other people’s social skills. like damn. they can talk to people?? and people like them?? look at all those people who like them. wtf. illegal
― Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase
Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours
parked car conversations are lowkey therapy sessions
“Lord Byron gets up at two. I get up, quite contrary to my usual custom … at 12. After breakfast we sit talking till six. From six to eight we gallop through the pine forest which divide Ravenna from the sea; we then come home and dine, and sit up gossiping till six in the morning. I don’t suppose this will kill me in a week or fortnight, but I shall not try it longer. Lord B.’s establishment consists, besides servants, of ten horses, eight enormous dogs, three monkeys, five cats, an eagle, a crow, and a falcon; and all these, except the horses, walk about the house, which every now and then resounds with their unarbitrated quarrels, as if they were the masters of it… . [P.S.] I find that my enumeration of the animals in this Circean Palace was defective … . I have just met on the grand staircase five peacocks, two guinea hens, and an Egyptian crane. I wonder who all these animals were before they were changed into these shapes.”
— Percy Bysshe Shelley on the lifestyle of Lord Byron (via timemarauder)
due to not wanting to, i will not. thanks.
mental illness hasn’t been destigmatised but commercialised
so fucked up that like actually going to bed earlier and exercising and eating well and being kind to urself does actually make u feel a bit better. that is so messed up