i've lost my mind
my name is
and i'm a trying to find myself. i have an addiction to writing
, & listening to tssf, brand new, &
And at the end of the day, your feet should be dirty, your hair messy and your eyes sparkling.
— Shanti (via
Being single after two years is so weird.
I exist, that is all, and I find it nauseating.
— Jean Paul Sartre,
Being and Nothingness