kucala
sometimes i like to be someone different than i am.
maybe this is because i'm not worth being, or maybe it's because i don't know who i am.
or maybe i just like living in other peoples' skins.
i like beautiful sad things. insides on the outside. stormy weather. eyes. fibreoptics. words. half-melted candles. the night. things that shine in soft light. sour candy. inbetween places.
people and things that are truly Alive.
i dislike overly aggressive or boring persons, nights without stars, chatspeak, hot weather, and reality of any form.
i like to think and write at three am when the world is quiet and the shadows linger.
i'm whatever anyone needs me to be.
i laugh and i understand.
please talk to me.
currently working on living.
Everything.
maybe this is because i'm not worth being, or maybe it's because i don't know who i am.
or maybe i just like living in other peoples' skins.
i like beautiful sad things. insides on the outside. stormy weather. eyes. fibreoptics. words. half-melted candles. the night. things that shine in soft light. sour candy. inbetween places.
people and things that are truly Alive.
i dislike overly aggressive or boring persons, nights without stars, chatspeak, hot weather, and reality of any form.
i like to think and write at three am when the world is quiet and the shadows linger.
i'm whatever anyone needs me to be.
i laugh and i understand.
please talk to me.
currently working on living.
Everything.
- Birthday
- September 1
- MBTI
- INFJ
- Enneagram
- .
- Occupation
- To do more than just exist.
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To be loved for what one is, is the greatest exception. The great majority love in others only what they lend him, their own selves, their version of him. ~Goethe
What though the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind.
~William Wordsworth
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind.
~William Wordsworth
♥
