The future is scary, but you can't just run back to the past because it's familiar.
– Robin Scherbatsky

Virginia Woolf, from a diary entry, September 1st 1938.

Schizophrenia moments

that daughterhood feeling of wanting to blame your mother for how you turned out, wanting to be angry at her for how you’ve inherited her pain and her insecurities, but at the same time wanting to keep coming home to her, out of everyone else in the universe, because you know that if there’s anyone who might be anything like you–if there’s anyone who might even have a clue of what it’s like to be you–it could only be her. and no matter how many times you’ve hurt each other, no matter how difficult it might be to get her to truly see you, you still just want her to love you as you are, to tell you that this isn’t your fault, and to show you that she would keep letting you come home to her.

Mother and child, Egon Schiele, 1914

I'm losing interest in everything tbh.

"Freedom is what we do with what is done to us."

Clownery

I'll never cry at work

Roberto Fabelo - Fantastic bird (2008)

تا خرخره خودمو مشغول کردم و دیگه ساعتی برای تلف کردن ندارم اما هنوز حالم خوب نیست. فکر میکردم فرار کردن از افکارم حالمو خوب می‌کنه اما اشتباه می‌کردم
این میل و نیاز به نبودن هنوزم هست
تخریب نفس هنوزم هست
شایدم این خودمم که سفت چسبیدم بهشون... نمی‌دونم.. میشه آدم به نقاط منفیش دلبستگی پیدا کنه؟

Wubba Lubba Dub Dub

درحال زیستنی بی فروغ، کهنه و زرد بود.

— Haruki Murakami, from “Dance, Dance, Dance.”

“Golden October declined into sombre November…”


T.S. Eliot, Murder in the Cathedral