John Keats, Ode to a Nightingale
July 1st, 2019 - Dancing in the kitchen while high
Sometimes when I sit at my desk at night I feel really desperate and I dont even understand why.. which makes it even worse. And the only way to deal with it seems to either smash something or to create something. It feels so weird and uncomfortable to look at these notes now, at daylight, because it feels like someone else did it and I simply don’t want to be like that person
if you arent someone the church wanted dead 300 years ago are you really living
i’m someone the church wants dead today
“I think about dying but I don’t want to die. Not even close. In fact my problem is the complete opposite. I want to live, I want to escape. I feel trapped and bored and claustrophobic. There’s so much to see and so much to do but I somehow still find myself doing nothing at all. I’m still here in this metaphorical bubble of existence and I can’t quite figure out what the hell I’m doing or how to get out of it.”
— Matt Healy
“Sometimes I remind myself that I almost skipped the party, that I almost went to a different college, that the whim of a minute could have changed everything and everyone. Our lives, so settled, so specific, are built on happenstance.”
— Anna Quindlen, Every Last One
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