i watched the phantom of the opera (2004) for the first time and i don’t think i’ll mentally be okay for the next week—
- Oscar Wilde
“And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.”
- Jane Austen
“It hurts to be something / it’s worse to be nothing with you.” - Promise, Laufey
“Stars, hide your fires, Let not light see my black and deep desires”
-Shakespeare, Macbeth
oh to live in one’s own apartment surrounded by antique furniture and books…
“Maybe in a perfect world. But the world wasn’t perfect it was cruel. And maybe that’s why he left; someone so perfect can’t survive in a cruel world.”
- my novel
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…
“Let be not a tragedy worse than that of mine own nature/For woe shall thy heart beat only for thine affection/Oh cursed beauty thou art the artist of my pain/Love lives not in thy body but in mine soul for shall I devote my every breath to thee”
The love language of annotating a book