on the emotional low and im crying and i dont know why aahhh welp
In reality i dont feel comfortable opening up to or talking about personal stuff to any of my ‘friends’ because i know they only say they care for show but in no way would they actually give me useful advice or genuinly worry most of the time because im not close with any of them.. so as a result i have to bottle up loads of emotions and feelings i want to write about and its even harder when its about boys or something because then i cant even talk to my boy-friends because it might be awkward etc and ahh i just wish i had some little creature as an advice person or like a talking cat hmh
Some sort of pressure must exist; the artist exists because the world is not perfect. Art would be useless if the world were perfect, as man wouldn’t look for harmony but would simply live in it. Art is born out of an ill-designed world.”
―
Andrei Tarkovsky
Some find The Light in literature;
Others in fine art,
And some persist in being sure
The Light shines in the heart.
Some find The Light in alcohol;
Some, in the sexual spark;
Some never find The Light at all
And make do with the dark,
And one might guess that these would be
A gloomy lot indeed,
But, no, The Light they never see
They think they do not need.
David Berman , ”And the Others”
Ugh give me intelligence
