why does it feel morally wrong to spend all day in bed or at home. like i do it often but the whole time im wracked with guilt. it's literally not hurting anybody
I donโt think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love. [...] Whoโs going to love the monster in me, whoโs going to love me now?
My feet always just so sweetly kiss the ground i walk on; which concludes to people widdening their eyes in fear, once they slowly turn around after feeling a presence in the room; just to see me standing there like a ghost.
if reincarnation is real, I wonder how many people stare at their own art in museums, listen to music they made in a different life, and read books they donโt remember writing.
-Found this on a random comment some time ago and hasn't stop thinking about it ever since.