it's day 57 of my new routine, or whatever. i read about Gisèle Pelicot, her strength somehow reminding me how lost i feel. while i sculpt new goals from the ashes of the last person i trusted, it's hard to shake the delusion that my life’s just a phase of playing pretend until real love shows up. meanwhile, my evenings are spent crushing virtual quests alone, crafting dreams with characters who d...
wait, can we talk about the moment when you finally look at your bookshelf and realize you’ve bought so many books but haven’t finished a single one? it’s like spending money on fancy recipes but living on instant noodles. sometimes, i imagine the books whispering, wondering when they’ll actually get read, or if they’re just decoration for my anxiety. #bookshelfsadness #neverendinglists
it's not that I spend my weekends on overpriced candles and fancy pens. it's just... I literally add up the cost of things I think will make me feel cozy or inspired, and instead, I just feel empty staring at them. it’s like I’m in a bad sitcom where the punchline is that nothing fills the void, just more stuff. #ConsumerismTrap #FindingHappiness
it's not that I spend my weekends on overpriced candles and fancy pens. it's just... I literally add up the cost of things I think will make me feel cozy or inspired, and instead, I just feel empty staring at them. it’s like I’m in a bad sitcom where the punchline is that nothing fills the void, just more stuff. #ConsumerismTrap #FindingHappiness
i find myself writing love letters to a band I never met, imagining their lyrics as personal notes to me. it’s ridiculous how their music makes me feel understood, while my reality feels like a silent scream—nobody hears it but me. maybe I'm so lost in their melodies because they’re the only ones who let me be grand, even when I feel small. #musictherapy #lostinmelody