the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
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i love when i “make a mental note” of something. it’s gone within 20 seconds
open the book, start reading.
you don’t understand. yet you MUST figure this out to pass the exam.
it’s painful to think about it.
EMBRACE THE PAIN.
feel the uncomfortableness and run towards it.
you have what it takes, stop doubting yourself.
being in your twenties is literally so fucking inhumane. and during a pandemic. Oh my god
when u read a book that hits so different before bed and then turn off ur light n stare into space going ??how??? will??? i go on??? with?? my life??
the person reblogging this from you is rooting for you to have a happy, healthy, and successfull 2022
this next cup of coffee will fix me
“Do you take pride in your hurt? Does it make you seem large and tragic? Well, think about it. Maybe you’re playing a part on a great stage with only yourself as audience.”
— John Steinbeck; “East of Eden” (via theunquotables)