sylviaapplechen: So frustrated. Just so frustrated. Stress is never ending. When will I get to do things that I want to do? I wish I had more patience like i did before but I am just tired. Its all the same everyday, wake up and go to class. Life is the same. Its boring and everything done is useless. We do things to waste our life away. Just like writing in this blog. Our life is just stupid...
Made Better in Japan →
youmightfindyourself: Imagine going into an espresso bar, as I did in Tokyo, ordering a single shot, and being told that it’s not on offer. The counter at No. 8 Bear Pond may feature the shiniest, spiffiest, newest La Marzocco, as well as a Rube Goldberg–esque water-filtration system, but the menu, which lists lattes and Americanos, makes no mention of espresso or cappuccino. “My boss won’t...
I can’t write anything good. But the moments of clarity and meaning do come, often at the strangest of times, without any conscious intent. They collect, and pool together to form oceans. It stews inside of me, and bubbles away, each pop giving rise to consciousness, and as quickly as it comes, it leaves, sometimes forgotten forever, sometimes revisiting. I feel like I’m trying to be...
What if every food item you reblogged magically...
weekendupdate-fallon: Oh my lord I’d be in heaven.
Okay I'm done.
More angst than a room full of today’s 10-16y/o
I regret breaking the pretense of normality, or what little scraps we were trying to collect and piece back together. As if we had much to begin with. As if I could dare fancy that we are both so broken in different ways that we were the cure for each other. And maybe we were. Maybe we are.
Tell me when you’re angry. Because if it is about me, then I will back the fuck away. Because I don’t know how to cheer you up,or make you happy, or whatever. You scare me to death because I don’t have a clue about what I’m doing to you. Except cause the pain, the insecurities, the building up of resentment and regret. And I care too much to want that.
You are not supposed to make me feel like this. I...
This scares me. I’m not supposed to care so much.
I hate myself so much now. It swims around in my head. This idea that I have done something so..menial, so low, so unattractive. I can’t even begin
I have no fucking idea how to make you happy, or laugh or cheer or anything that I would remotely like to manipulate out of you. Nothing. And it frustrates me. I think that would be the most sophisticated way I could ever put it.
How to feel on such matters, when experience isn’t in control anymore. How to feel on such matters when something so unnatural is occurring, something so constructed. I am tense, and my heart is thumping for no reasons sometimes, only sometimes.