This blog will be running almost exclusively on queue with just a few posts a day for the next few months or so due to me being extremely busy due to college obligations
(Also, this is my blog, I don’t need anyone’s permission to post what’s on my mind or what I want to. If you don’t like it, do yourself a favour: unfollow and block me byeeee ❤️)
why’s it so that with each year passing i feel sadder on my birthday and dislike it even more? why can’t i just enjoy it and feel special on this day at least for a few moments just like we all did when we were kids?
i learned of the ancient Greek athlete Theagenes. After his death, a rival athlete who held a grudge would beat his statue. The statue fell on his rival, killing him. It was then put on trial, convicted of murder and was exiled by being thrown into the sea (x)
