watching: Game of Thrones s3
I was born, in a sunny day, and then I forgot everything.
Until, once, I saw a street in the light, knowing form that now who I was and who I still am.
I enjoy myself thinking about the scary future, that I see in a certain way...But, I mean, who does really know about these things?
I occupy my precious time with readings and listenings and watchings, of which every other teen ager in my "land" wouldn't even casually dream of.
I find fun writing in a language I don't speak, on the only space where every one on the planet could, for luck (or better misfortune) stumble, and laugh about my silly lines.
my Death is someone else's Life
“you know what really sucks…?
never being anyone’s go to “person”. never being their number one. never being their best friend.
never a first priority. always last resort.
i’m realizing more and more that i’m always second best to everyone. anyone i’ve never considered a best friend, always had someone else that they called their’s. there was always someone that came before me, always someone that was their go to person for everything.
i’ve always been the odd one out. i’ve been the third wheel to every pair.
and i’m realizing more and more that it’s probably always going to be that way. i’m always going to be second best.”
“The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.”
— Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye
(Fonte: 13neighbors, via keepcalmandlezbfrands)
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“But if I could leave you all with one final word of advice: ‘Illegitimis nil carborundum.’ Don’t let the bastards get you down.”
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