Status Updates From Noites brancas

love penguin clothbounds i wish the designs didn’t flake off when you breathed on them too hard

Narrator is me after one hour no doomscrolling

Could he maybe stop love bombing her, she barely said hello

“Why is it that even the best of men always seem to hide something from other people and to keep something back? Why not say straight out what is in one’s heart, when one knows that one is not speaking idly?”

“Such fondness at certain moments makes the heart cold and the soul heavy. Your hand is cold, mine burns like fire”

“So when we are unhappy we feel the unhappiness of others more: feeling is not destroyed but concentrated…”