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'the summertime and butterflies all belong to your creation' is the most beautiful lyrics ever. ill forever be jealous that no one has told this to me.
I'll take a quiet life, a handshake of carbon monoxide. No alarms and no surprises please.
I feel so intensely the delights of shutting oneself up in a little world of oneβs own, with pictures and music and everything beautiful.
Virginia Woolf, The Voyage Out
Why do I feel so close to you in a matter of months?
How is it that I wish to spend every waking minute with you, and when I go to sleep, wish to dream about you?
How have you consumed my whole soul and being since the moment you entered my life?
Why is my whole existence clinging on to your very being?
Why do I continue to burn for you when I know youβre freezing cold?
Now I listen to songs and think about you,
Knowing you don't do the same.
'am i home if i dont know this place?'
to be in a room full of people you know and feel alienated.
getting too attached to fictional characters when you read because thats when you feel the most understood.
to be called 'shy and quiet' when youre only a little child inside who wishes to be able to speak her mind and feel understood.
to be afraid of closeness and intimacy and how love and affection feels unbearable to you because you grew up in a place where you never felt loved even if you were. being able to accept love only if its from a distance.
to never open up because everytime you spoke, you wished youd rather died instead.
"what was i made for?"
This is one of my favorite panels. It's so peaceful.
Leila Chatti, from "Postcard from Gone"
there's two types people:
those who absolutely love hozier in a way only his songs can explain or
those who are like "oh the guy who sang that gay church song"
i wish i could get in a room of the first type of people and scream "no grave can hold my body down, I'd crawl home to her" at the top of my lungs
it absolutely shatters my soul to annotate on books. I don't know how people so easily highlight lines and tab pages, it feels like I'm taking a knife and stabbing the book's soul and also my own heart. But still, there's this feeling of joy that comes with underlining my favourite scenes and dialogues and drawing little hearts and stars around them. And that feeling exceeds the pain.
couldn't not reblog this
Charlie next to his globe: Charlie next to his world:
girls
there's just something about girls,
that brings my heart joy.
the way she could be my best friend,
but also so much more.
there's just something about girls,
and how she could fit in my clothes.
the way I could hold her hand,
and still, no one would know.
π©·π π
romanticizing exams ππ
a silly dream about a silly crush
As i lay by your side,
My heart beat goes for a ride.
My fingertips,
On your soft lips.
Your wide eyed gaze,
And my mind in a daze.
But suddenly, your eyes were sunken,
And body limp
As my eyes fluttered open,
To the sky's gray tint.
love language:
writing letters.
giving me books you love.
making spotify playlists and pinterest boards for me.
telling me what you love most about me.
holding my hand in public.
forehead and hand kisses.
laughing even when the joke's not funny.
asking me about my day.
calling me 'love'.
~love you to the moon and to saturn~
an enchanting memory of love
icy fingers sparked as they met, souls intertwined in glazed breaths.
embraced by the soft glow of a celestial moon, your lustrous eyes left me in a daze too soon
tinkling laughter and your sweet smile, still etched in my memories, so vile.
enough.
im never enough.
to my mom
to my dad
to my teachers
to my friends
how can i be enough?
"I've always liked quiet people: you never know if they're dancing in a daydream or if they're carrying the weight of the world"