“God, let me think clearly and brightly; let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences, let me someday see who I am.”
The Journals of Sylvia Plath, Sylvia Plath
there is this rage that runs deep under my skin and it is entirely mine.
who is going to be the deadpool to my wolverine this halloween
and autumn comes when you're not yet done with the summer passing by
Resurrecting the Dolls’ House, Margaret Atwood
A poem on childhood
Resurrecting the Dolls’ House, Margaret Atwood
i blink and it is october and i have been alone for years
go, and reach for the sky. hold the stars carefully in your grasp. fight for what you believe in. for you are young, and the world belongs to you.
making basil and dorian siblings in the netflix adaptation is just… offensive. the picture of dorian gray was literally used in court to incriminate oscar wilde of homosexuality
netflix how are you going to explain this
“i look up at the gaps of sunlight / i miss you more than anything”
francis forever, mitski