Fernando Pessoa, “A Little Larger Than The Entire Universe” | A. Timofeev, “Spring” | Mikko Harvey, “For M” | F. Scott Fitzgerald | Adele “When We Were Young” | Willem Haenraets, “A Letter for Two Friends” | Alain de Botton | Hishaam Siddiqi, “Where Did You Go?” | @honeytuesday | Edward Hopper, “Pensive Lady in Pink” | George R.R. Martin, “A Game of Thrones”
When you suffer under a lack of sleep but you slept 12 hrs but ur still tired and you drink coffee and now u feel peaceful af but you have a bad conscience bc one of ur friends needs help but u don't know if u can help bc ur dependant on ur parents and scared if they'll say no
When you have to write a paper about the development of feminism and stumble upon an article by Sascha Cohen and remember, that that's the dude in Ali G. Only to find out, that it's not the actual Sacha Baron Cohen. I'm disappointed.
I’m at that point where I’m just giving up on finding someone and focusing on myself. It seems like the harder I try to find someone, the worse things become and the more difficult it is to pick myself back up when things fall apart. This doesn’t mean I’m giving up on finding love, but rather letting love find me.