Frfr :/
I consider myself self-sufficiant but I tend to get vulnerable when I get sick.
Yearning for care when in distress is hardcoded to our brains from the baby years, i guess.
“Cause transparency is my love language”
It horrifies me how random your life can be depending on the environment you’re born in. Wild.
I feel depressed 90% of the time, and high the other 10%.
“I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.”— Ferdinand de Saussure
(Source: quotemadness.com, via lemme-holla-at-you)
“Yo sé que tú lo dudas de que yo te quiera tanto, si quieres me abro el pecho y te entrego el corazón”
Want to settle down and calm my slutty ass. Everyone’s so off FOMO about hookup culture, you sometimes feel either you’re all in or all out.
I am usually good with dealing FOMO, I rarely give a fuck about it, but with dating and stuff, I kinda lost hope that I’d find someone decent and calm as I’d look for in a person, everyone’s fucking like a rabbit and you feel you need to follow through.
Asking for something deeper, forming meaningful connections are too much to ask. Everyone wants to fuck you and wants stick around fucking you or move onto next one.
I’m not going to bring even the idea of settling down to a person like this, like ‘surface me’ who are participating in this culture.
The thing is, attention is craved at this age of social media, no-one can actually spend time with themselves anymore. Idek man, i really lost hope of settling down at this point and I ain’t even gonna bother looking for it.
Sometimes, some things come to my mind out of blue, I get all calm and divine all of the sudden, and think.
When I come across to a Mac Miller song in ‘Shuffle’, I feel empathy, sympath and sadness about the way he left the world. Don’t even know the guy, but that’s what good music does, touches your soul. Transmits the feeling felt. And reflects on your own soul.
We’re going to someplace shittier than yesterday by each day passing. Maybe he just saved himself.
Rip Mac.
Everyone thinks they deserve love, some people really don’t.
I leave the house, I walk the streets, get melancholy, and come home again.
Frederic Chopin, from a letter to Tytus Woyciechowski c. September 1830
Sounds like weekend plans
