“ The one who remembers. ”
Listography ⠂ Status.cafe
“ The one who remembers. ”
Listography ⠂ Status.cafe
every time i interact socially with people i feel this unexplainable urge to crawl out of my skin. my existence revolves around being forever embarrassed by myself. i'm haunted, at every moment, by who i am.
it's not the first time it occurred to me, but i still find it very funny that i have creativity peaks in the weirdest times possible. i'll always be in the shower or in the dreamland. yesterday, i woke up early in the morning to drink water & when i was almost fading back to sleep i had to reach for my phone & write down a piece of dialogue i made up in my head while thinking of jasper hale. it surely isn't the most incredible thing you'll read in your life, but, for me, it was the sweetest thing i could've ever thought about.
“words would never be able to express how i feel towards you, my darlin'. but i need you to know that it will always be you & me for the eternity, beyond that and in every universe.”
“i’m glad i got to spend your life with me, even if i can’t spend mine with you.”
oh, my heart is broken beyond repair. it's clearly something lemony snicket would write to beatrice.
sometimes — all the time, if i'm being honest — it feels suffocating. my brain is so full & i'm not able to stop thinking, not even for a moment. and the worst is that i'm, also, not able to put my thoughts into words. i've lost count of how many times i tried writing and nothing came out the way i wanted. it's all stuck inside of me & it's like i'm going to drown. it's a never ending writer's block. always fatigued, always tired.