There is no refuge
— Matt Rasmussen (via ahuntersheart)
It’s unnerving how laughing and crying can sound so similar.
Ah, this exchange application essay is slowly driving me insane.
In a nutshell:
'hello, pls let me go to the uk b/c i will be a good student and try my best and also i just really want to go to the uk. that is all k thx bye'
n. the sadness that you’ll never really know what other people think of you, whether good, bad or if at all—that although we reflect on each other with the sharpness of a mirror, the true picture of how we’re coming off somehow reaches us softened and distorted, as if each mirror was preoccupied with twisting around, desperately trying to look itself in the eye.