thoughts

and you will find love inside of it

rip my ribcage open

whether you exist or not, time will fly. and it is truly devastating, yet very comforting. i often find myself thinking about this contrast. on one hand, i am devastated about the inevitable end that will come one day & take every beautiful thing from me. (it just goes to show you that nothing in this world really belongs to you.) on the other hand; i am very comforted by the fact that all this suffering will end one day, and it all will be completely meaningless. i truly adore the absurdity of life.

i love buying used stuff. i love finding pieces of the previous owners in them. like, when i gaze at the pages of an old, used book, and i see their names, the sentences they have highlighted, or their annotations, i can't help but feel like i am connected to that person in a way now. it's a bittersweet feeling that i can't get enough of.