Once we die
Start to decay
Rot
Where does our soul go?
Does it stay in this prison of
bones and blood
flesh
Or does it wander?
Visiting our childhood home where we used
to laugh and dance
love
Can we still go back?
Will we return to the places we knew
where we were still pure
innocent
or will we simply vanish from existence?
Can you answer me this question, love
or will I have to beg
plead
so my bones can ultimately rest?
I love Franz Kafka with all my heart! ♡
if you can't get rid of it, you might as well romanticise it, right?
lying awake on hot summer nights and listening to a sad girl playlist
sitting by the ocean or lake while looking melancholic
collecting sea shells and other little trinkets to look at
reading ancient philosophy and russian literature in public
strolling around your neighbourhood and befriending stray cats
eating way too much fruit
thinking about the fig tree
watching the moon and staying up until sunrise
mourning your non-existent summer romance
wired headphones
getting really good at making iced coffees
watching sad summer movies
writing poetry on postcards that you will never send
taking lots of Polaroids of mundane things
crying
I myself have been dealing with what I like to call "the summer blues" so I felt like writing something like this, I hope it resonates with some of you!! As always, please feel free to share your own suggestions and tips in the comments! <3
love ya ・:*₊‧✩
Girlhood 🎀🐰🤍
Girl activities
biting your nails
wondering how many bodies are hidden in your hometowns hills and forests
laying naked in bed tracing your scars
daydreaming about your future
pretending to look mysterious and read in front of your cafe crush
wondering what you would look like 50 lbs lighter than trying to decide if you want to relapse or not
brushing your hair with vintage silver hair brushes than wondering who all the women were who brushed their hair with it before you
writing poetry at 4 am
falling in love with your best friend
cleaning your room on a sunday
picking at your skin in the mirror till your whole face is red and swollen
daydreaming about bleaching your hair
cuddling your dog
remembering your dreams while sitting on the shower floor
watching movies, reading books, and watching shows, pondering the stories and characters and fantisizing about your life being like those stories
Guys I need her to be real oml..
I have an english exam tomorrow.. Does reading english Hyun ju x reader smut fanfictions cout as studying?
especially *insert all of them *
Wait! ✋️ Y'all don't love her like I love her! 💃
Wife Reval🤭🤭
girls don’t want boyfriends, girls want their fatal flaw, a morbid longing for the picturesque, to cause them to snap because “what could be more terrifying and beautiful to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely?”
I need her so bad it's not even funny!
I can take her! (not in a fight)
Seven days a week or whatever Jungkook said!
But something feels off.. Oh nevermind! It's my pants!
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