A Dinner Is Cool But How About We Spend The Night Staring At The Moon Together?

Jung’s architecture of the psyche

Eugene Taylor, The Mystery of Personality

Charles Bukowski, "no title," from What Matters Most is How Well You Walk through the Fire

Kahlil Gibran, excerpts from Sand and Foam [ID in ALT]

One fine day my bestfriend asked me why I was so sad all the time and I just thought about how everything and nothing was making me sad. It wasn't a concrete experience I could pick out of my mind and say, "hey I'm sad about this", because honestly I don't know. I don't know what I'm sad about and I want to tell you I'm not okay but I don't know where to begin there is so much to be sad about and so less to be happy for. Sadness is a constant feeling, my sanctuary and happiness is like grains of sand it keeps slipping from my palms the more I try to hold on to it so I've stopped trying.

#yes

That's it. That's their friendship.

i would recognize them thru post alone, by type; i would know them iconless, by the tags they write and their content. i would know them in death, at the end of the dashboard

Not knowing names of songs I liked in a public place will forever come to haunt me in my dreams.

This book literally ruined me, it has taken over completely control of my thoughts, there's is not ONE single thought other than this book, I am losing my sanity I'm so down bad for the Adam Carlsen it’s not funny.

They’re so cute like I can’t handle it.

100% my new hyper-fixation for the next however long it’ll be.

my cartoon for yesterday’s @gdnsaturday #writing #pets https://www.instagram.com/p/CeIwKzfMixG/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

““A cup is useful only when it is empty; and a mind that is filled with beliefs, with dogmas, with assertions, with quotations is really an uncreative mind.””

— Jiddu Krishnamurti