Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Book of Hours (via allegorys)
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Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror.
Just keep going. No feeling is final.
— Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Book of Hours (via allegorys)
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feels like im in that horrible vortex where its past midnight and my light is on and its blaring yellow and overwhelming and seeming to shout at/reinforce to me “ITS LATE. ITS NIGHT , THIS IS UNNATURAL, GO TO SLEEP”
i just forgot how to spell unnatural, forgetting so many spellings these days??
hate this feeling/bland day, the weekend goes by so quickly when I have spent the vast majority of it in bed, stressing and procrastinating about this film article for Josh.
conglomerate heap of loose ends
what do I really think these days? I don’t know. can’t honestly answer.