me: *eating microwaved ramen noodles and watching kitchen nightmares* cannot believe this asshole didnt use fresh chicken in his paella, unbelievable
i will destroy the part of myself
that burgeons in sunlight and serenades
the fruit trees that bloom
even in the wintertime.
i will destroy this part
and bury it beneath the dying embers
of empires gone cold
until darkness finally devours me
the only one who can see the same scenery as i
makes me so sad to see people thinking africa is
- a country
- a single culture
- completely poverty stricken
- basically any one thing to be honestly africa is a continent and incredibly diverse culturally, nationally, linguistically, racially, and historically like what the hell?
It’s like I’m reading a book and it’s a book I deeply love but I’m reading it slowly now so the words are really far apart and the spaces between the words are almost infinite. I can still feel you and the words of our story but it’s in this endless space between the words that I’m finding myself now. It’s a place that’s not of the physical world. It’s where everything else is that I didn’t even know existed. I love you, so much but this is where I am now and this is who I am now and I need you to let me go, as much as I want to. I can’t live in your book anymore.
we all make choices, but in the end our choices make us.
the final episode of Breaking Bad aired one year ago today, on September 29th 2013."I did it for me. I liked it. I was good at it, and I was really I was alive"
The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) dir. Wes Anderson