Thoughtful. Sad. Nostalgic.
Given the eclecticness of my life at the moment I feel rather centred and content. As a 19 year old I could be doing so much more. I ought to be doing so much more.
Interesting to be involved in change and creation. I need to start up with theatre and production again, or at least paid writing. I can’t not be creating.
"… I didn’t actually know that I was depressed. I thought the dark staticky corners were part of who I was. It was the same way I felt before I put on my first pair of glasses at age 14 and suddenly realized that trees weren’t green blobs but intricate filigrees of thousands of individual leaves; I hadn’t known, before, that I couldn’t see the leaves, because I didn’t realize that seeing leaves was a possibility at all. And it wasn’t until I started using tools to counterbalance my depression that I even realized there was depression there to need counterbalancing. I had no idea that not everyone felt the gravitational pull of nothingness, the ongoing, slow-as-molasses feeling of melting down into a lump of clay."
— Helen Rosner, https://medium.com/the-archipelago/not-everyone-feels-this-way-7e21574a2dfd (via haveyouheardaboutfeminism)
"I don’t. I don’t want anybody else to touch you. I’m silly. I get furious if they touch you."
— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via observando)
"Just because someone desires you, it does not mean that they value you.
Read it over.
Let those words resonate in your mind."
— Nayyirah Waheed (via bl-ossomed)
(Source: reina-negrita, via amightysasquatch)