i can’t even appreciate the beauty of the sunrise after staying up all night because it’s just like. fuck. there it is. there’s the sun. i fucked up. why am i laughing. nothing is funny. the sun is there and it’s harshly reprimanding me for being awake all night. “this is the life you’ve chosen for yourself fucker” it says. i’m not laughing. i’m crying. there’s the fucking sun
Imagine finding a dragon egg one day, and it hatches in your house and thinks you’re its mom. Then the next morning you wake up and find this mini dragon has gathered all the lose change and shiny objects in your house in a pile, and is gnawing on a nickel. And then when you take it out for walks, it picks up every coin it sees cause its a hoarder. And your house is eventually full of coins. And you are rich. And have a dragon.
i want a book where the narrator speaks in beautiful language but then the characters talk like super informally like “as ignatius attempted to reclaim his breath, he let out a straggled noise allowing his struggle to be heard, thus inciting maria to speak. ‘yo wheezy, shut the fuck up,’ her silky voice broke the tension.”
i find it so incredibly attractive when someone is really good at something, like you can play the violin? damn son. you’re a really talented dj? good for you! i don’t care if you talk to me about quantum physics for an hour straight if i can see the passion in you at some point in that hour i’ll think “whoa, this is really hot.”
“I don’t know why people teach kids about ‘pimples’ and ‘hormones’ and ‘armpit hair’, and refrain from telling them that if they don’t achieve their billion-dollar dreams at the age of twenty-one, there will still be much more to life. And that when you fail at your first job, it isn’t going to be the end of the world. And eventually you will realize that each person’s world is different and your only job is to figure out what your best world can be.”—
manifestation of a consciousness whose only purpose, only desire is to protect the being he considers the most important, the most dear, the most precious and who has fought and sacrificed to stay by that person’s side at any cost, even though it meant squashing down his own desire to be acknowledged by that person, to be loved by that person, to be wanted by that person, to be equal by that person.