The 'intermittences of the heart' are the time delays that we may any of us experience between cause and effect in our emotional lives, between some more than usually significant event and our inward response to it.
from the Introduction by John Sturrock to In Search of Lost Time, Book 4: Sodom and Gomorrah by Marcel Proust
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Lmao bitch i THOUGHT given how much shit bro 2 has caused lately it'd be a good opportunity for me to slip in my tattoo plans without my mother's extreme disappointment and I was wrong! God forbid my mother ever approve of me or any of my decisions! Or even just neutral non judgment! Not even that I gave her forewarning rather than just showing up one day in a few months with ink! My mother never takes interest in me and my accomplishments and interests, so why would I expect anything but disappointment over something I knew she wasn't keen on in general? Oh but it's FINE if bro 1's perfect gf has tattoos (which, imo, are tacky ones but that's a matter of personal taste) but she's perfect and can do no wrong and is the feminine daughter my mother wishes she had so whatever I guess
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finally got officially diagnosed
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I just saw that we r mutuals?? Idk how I didn't realize sooner T - T sry, anyway, Hiiii Chloe <33 I hope you're doing well 🩷 it's so nice to have another reo simp as a mutual :D
As a sign of appreciation I drew u something :)) that hairtie has been through hell with him ;(
hello marie!!! i’m so sorry for the late reply!! (˚ ˃̣̣̥ω˂̣̣̥ ) but eeep!! im sobbing look at him!! (੭ु ›ω‹ )੭ु⁾⁾♡ i’m so so so excited to have you as a new moot!! i love love love your blog so much!! i hope you enjoy my lil city & i can’t wait to see you & isagi around town!! ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧ i hope you have an amazing day, love!!
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i’m never getting out of hell (350 reblogs of fanart I have stashed in my drafts)
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My dad is over at my place because we have a medical appointment today. Three more hours until it's due and he keeps on turning in my bed.
The sight of once a jovial man brought to a shadow is hunting me. More so cause this is my father. Today will be a long day of enduring.
Maybe that's what it is the worst. Enduring. We don't fight, we are in a dark room waiting. Enduring. Hope is not something I necessarily have.
It hasn't dawned on me yet, I think. My emotions have never really been in sync with anything, probably I'll get hit by it tonight as I'll remain alone once again. Right now it's just an empty hallway, with a ghost standing right there. I can't seem to scream yet.
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Learn the skill of delaying your response when faced with someone who is intentionally trying to provoke you. Refuse to let others dictate your mood. Take charge of your emotions. You decide when, how, and whether you want to to react. You control yourself, no one else does.
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I lied, I am a ctually really fucking sad about having to leave Sweden
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