The Product of Regret

Anything can be in the darkness

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I like shaking people on pedestals

to see if they truly are worthy

of being in the spotlight.

More often than not,

they fall and splatter. 

I like raising people who have fallen

to see them become better

from being crippled

More often than not,

they surpass me

You don’t need to know. I just want you to want to know.

Stuck in the land of under-appreciation.

I will fade if I keep silent.

Reblogged from tim-will-destroy-you

(Source: unrequitedlovebylochnessmonsters)

Would a biography of mine be a mixture of short stories of how I affected people in my life (no matter how small or big that may be)? Would it be something worth reading even if technically I am not the protagonist in any of the stories? Would that even be considered a biography? 

"Every true poet is a monster."

Reblogged from theandalusiandog

Tomaž Šalamun, from “Folk Song,” trans. Charles Simic (via proustitute)

I wonder what I’d be to you when you have no use for me.

I actually kinda talked to myself while talking with someone else.

It went on like this. It’s nearing the end of thesis season and everyone’s in a hurry to get their shit done. People are asking friends to do stuff for them so that they can finish faster and/or easier. So I asked one of my friends, how does it feel to have so many friends willing to help you in your endeavors? Doesn’t that feel good? Then, I quickly remarked, but it feel weird to be needing help in the first place, doesn’t it? 

Grar, multiperspective/overthinking.