so.. i've started going to therapy (I've been reading Cioran, really)

ermm, what the sigma

“Went to bed, and slept dreamlessly, but not refreshingly. Awoke, and up an hour before being called; but dawdled three hours in dressing. When one subtracts from life infancy (which is vegetation),—sleep, eating, and swilling—buttoning and unbuttoning—how much remains of downright existence? The summer of a dormouse."
G. G. Byron

meeeeee

"I don’t believe that the meek will inherit the earth: The meek get ignored and trampled. They decompose in the bloody soil of war, of business, of art, and they rot into the warm ground under the spring rains. It is the bold, the loud-mouthed, the cruel, the vital, the revolutionaries, the mighty in arms and will, who march over the soft patient flesh that lies beneath their cleated boots."
S. Plath; The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

literally me during these two days

i am so very fucking glad i'm literally doing anything else but that

me and who?