村上 春樹
(Source: harukimurakamiquotes, via catharic)
Words can’t describe how I feel. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart.
My first account I had was when I was around 17, and that one I had over 2k followers. Let’s just say I didn’t get that much privacy. So I deleted that one.
I made a second account for just close and personal peers, but somehow, people I don’t know found this account for some reason and I ended up having some creepy stalkers.
And as of for this account, I only made this one just so I could find good music. Other than that, Tumblr is pretty much bland for me now.
depression and self loathing are modern aestheticism. I’ve explained that there’s truth in suffering and a raw unharnessed yet authentic drive in it, however, it’s turned into a mitigated act for others to relate - in faith that they are authentic.
there’s nothing authentic of your mitigated suffering and thus you aren’t being authentic in acting it out. quite paradoxical. this modern aestheticism of negativity makes it quite difficult to listen to authentic suffering and find the drive within.
I’ve written countless hours on the requirement of suffering and all that is betrothed - but there is no purpose to suffering in an disingenuous light.
