Mysticallamasong - Enjoy Life, Theres Plenty Of Time To Be Dead

Professor McGonagall

I’m plagued with an exhaustion no amount of sleep can fix

how do i get this boy off my mind

He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

Maybe I'm not introverted, maybe I want community, gossiping over a glass of wine, coffee shop dates, dying in some club's dirty bathroom, knowing half a city and saying hello to my favourite restaurant waiter; maybe I got too badly burned too young, just got too scared, settled for living in numbing comfort

the entire point of life is to be silly, kind, and really weird btw.

Do you ever feel like you miss out on life, because you are not able to socialize the way most people do?

x - x / x - x 🍃

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whatever was left, that was ours for a while.

sunrise - louise glück

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