I’m starting to get sick & tired of being sick & tired, I don’t care how cliché it sounds, I really am. Fuck it
I hate misunderstandings, cause I’m always the fucking bad guy. I try to slowly peice broken shit together, & I somehow am the antagonist in this story I call life. Fuck life.
The Black Book of Colors by Menena Cottin
I stumbled across this while looking for a book for my cousin’s new baby. I was so intrigued by the whole idea. On each left page there was words written in braille and then again in white text. It was the description of colors, according to how a blind child would experience. On the right there were raised etchings of what each page was describing. It’s so beautiful.
One page in particular that really caught my attention was the one describing the color red. It talked about how red is how it feels to bite into a ripe strawberry, or the stinging on your knee after you fall down. Blue was the feeling of sunshine on your face.It’s just so astounding that someone managed this, as the idea of how to describe a color to someone who has no reference has always fascinated and baffled me.
need.
I really want to die. I can’t take it anymore. & fuck attention. I don’t care if anyone cares to be honest & also you can all fuck yourselves. I just want to be happy all by myself for once & i know it probably wont happen. Fuck it
