“Forget thus the nature of men, for love makes fools of the hands it holds/ Think not the torment that comes from kissing the thorns/ For a rose is often scornful before it is adored.”
- the play i’m currently writing <3
when the Donna Tartt; dark sweaters and short skirts; lace tights and mary jane’s; ink stained fingertips and scribbled notes in the margins; Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein and M.L. Rio’s If We Were Villians; writing in a spiraled notebook; lectures on Rome and Religion; starts to resurface in your psyche
- lovers
- Kavya Dixit
The love language of annotating a book
oh to live in a victorian styled home with orange tinted lamps that flicker in the evening as paintings of obscure aesthetic origins line the walls of the hallway where i can pretend to be sherlock holmes pacing before the bookshelves and scattered papers trying to uncover the truth behind the age old murder of the old owner…
“These violent delights have violents ends. And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.”
- Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
The urge to learn every language and play every instrument and travel the world and live through every historical time period and be a writer and a poet and an actor and
everyday my mind spirals more and more with my passion for greek mythology, ancient history, and literature <3
"I'll tell them put me back in it/ Darling, I would do it again/ If I could hold you for a minute/ Darling, I'd go through it again," -Francesca, Hozier
“It’s complicated.”
“Perfect. I love complicated.”
- Kill Your Darlings, 2013