Stara prawda w księgach leży ("Old truth lies in books"), Marian Wawrzeniecki, 1910.

I wish I could mute my mind and feelings…

𝕵𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 v

Maybe I do just ruin people's lives and it would be better if I didn't exist.

"For fear of being intense, I end up being distant."

It's such a comforting feeling...

Death of the Artist. oil on canvas. 2022.

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"ᶠᵉᵇʳᵘᵃʳʸ ⁱˢ ⁿᵉᵃʳˡʸ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵐᵉˡᵃⁿᶜʰᵒˡʸ" ⁻ ᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵈᵉ ⁿᵒᵃⁱˡˡᵉˢ

Dante's Inferno, 1967. Ken Russell.

Double portrait, Giorgione, about 1502

Here I am.

Suffering on a place I exist not by my choice.

Note: Let's not force anyone to dedicate their time to us, actions have more value when it is on their own initiative.

melancholia - a poem

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been drowned out by melancholia. So much so that, I’ve accepted her presence, and made a bed for her in my home. I’ve known people who consider melancholia to be a foreign feeling. But for me, she’s an old friend, who keeps weaving in and out of my life teaching me something new every time. Me and melancholia go way back. We often have sleepovers. She mostly just keeps me up, as we sit in each other's company. Sometimes, she’ll visit me on days I never would expect, and she often overstays her welcome. I've grown to accept her untimely visits. They say it’s a fleeting feeling, but they don’t know her the way I do. Me and melancholia are best friends.

✰ - k.

Literally just pulled this out of nowhere but I'm fond of it. It's literally 4:30 a.m.; I think it's time to zzz.