emerald

two things im thinking about right now: plutonium and my perfectly balanced profit & loss workbook. long story short, none of us is getting a new chapter this weekend (im so clocked out im sorry). 

its october, im riddled with fear and guilt, wondering when i will finally come to term with my own existence. (tho living is utterly nauseating, i have been trying not to vomit for years; that should count for something.) 

‘what about the world?’ yeh, but what about you? 

Bộ "The lost art of murder" nàng không viết nữa ạ?

contentment will always be out of reach to creative individuals; desire to be seen will always be so haunting, maddening, to the point of suffocation. and winnicott was so real for writing: ‘its a joy to be hidden, and disaster not to be found.’ (never have i ever felt so seen by this piece of writing). at the end of the day (funny enough that i wrote this at the break of dawn), its a privilege to be creative and to be sat at a dinner table with insanity and reality on both sides. 

Tui thích "Écrit dans les étoiles" của cô lắm ấy nha( ≧∀≦)ノ

không biết mọi người có đọc/viết fic hardra (hpdm) bên ao3 nhiều không ạ ♡(◕ᗜ◕✿) mình phân vân không biết có nên đăng fic ở bên ao3 nữa hong (vì bạn mình bảo là wattpad có đôi lúc hơi khó log in), mình không rành lắm nên muốn hỏi ý mọi người chút ạ (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡ 
          
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5th september, thursday: theodore nott is my favourite person ever and hes so pretty, pretty like ‘me’ by the 1975 (this kid is so the 1975 coded istg) (◞‸◟)

(sometimes it feels like im sitting face to face with ‘écrit dans les étoiles’ dlm, and we dont really know how to save one another.) 

31 august, saturday: ‘it didnt have to end this way’ but as time goes on, when everything sinks in, you realise, it was always going to end this way.