Don’t come down from this elevated sense of propriety, of everything being something to remember. Don’t come down from thinking and feeling that everything can be different and everything will, don’t come down from discovering, from loving and from looking further into every atom of life.
sometimes I go out, take something and then maybe four hours in I just do n’t feel like talking, I don’t feel like dancing. I feel content, and I want to be in my own company to carefully work out my thoughts or read and just be without any external filters. I love that.
Look, I am not going to lie to you, studying philosophy basically requires me to drink wine at the same time so stop your sassing.
yes, I have a thing for dirty men in medieval armour with long hair with a bow and arrow. Sue me.
sometimes I wonder though, if deep down, I really am just fucking crazy.