September 30. The last day of a month and the last pages of a diary! I suppose each day the sun sets on many ends. the end of life, or of hope sometimes, of illusions…who knows? All my tears have fallen on your pages, all my smiles have beamed upon you, till you have swelled, and leave me to join the other books, to melt into one Book—my Life! Your strength will be the wave that will sweep me, carry me to the pinnacle of my life's task, whatever it may yet be. I love you. You are the treasure box of the things dearest to me—the images of someone who will never live again, the girl of today, older tomorrow. Time is the greatest thief of all; it carries away things that are never replaced or reborn. Tomorrow I will have lost something, the thoughts of today, but I will be learning other things, developing, crystallizing. So keep here for me all the things I have given you—the unsolved mysteries, the broken enchantments, the reflections of a storm-tossed soul, the reflections of a girl's simple exterior and complicated, perplexing interior life. They do not belong to me any more; they are yours. I love them in you because a creator always loves his creations, like a mother her children. But I part with you for the very love of them: you will keep them for me, unsoiled, while I travel through strange, perilous lands. And when I return, if I return, I will claim my children and carry them away to my House of Sleep.
Anaïs Nin in a diary entry dated 30 September 1920, featured in “The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin”
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Reblog if its ok to spam you with boops
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Reblog to let your followers know that they’re safe from jumpscares/screamers/etc from you on April 1st but they are NOT safe from getting boop’d like an idiot amen
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Ideal work schedule:
I show up and am given a list of cognitively engaging but achievable tasks
I complete the list
I leave immedietly
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inspired by boop day, reblog this post if its ok for people to send you random asks and interact on your posts with no judgement. i want to talk to people.
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When I was a kid one of my moms would call her period "moon time" or "her monthlies" or shit like that and my other mom straight up stealthed it, but when I'm a dad I think I'm gonna go straight down the middle and call it Werewolf Week. Like sorry kids, dad can't roughouse right now, it's Werewolf Week
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Mad with boop power! I felt inspired.
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