→ sylvia plath
Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh had gone through; I dream of what it may go through. I record here the actions of optical nerves, of taste buds, of sensory perception. And, I think: I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.
Whenever I kill someone in a video game
“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion”
– Albert Camus
When my Mom’s on the phone and I hear her say my name….
When someone asks you when you’re going to get a boyfriend
The awkward moment when you talk to yourself in English and not in your own language.
When you pass your math test.
I don't even know
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