To My Future Wife,

Kahlil Gibran, excerpts from Sand and Foam [ID in ALT]

I’m not even kidding when I say I wish I had a friend that wanted to buy a house w me

love this bohemian maximalism

“THE WORLD IS increasingly designed to depress us. Happiness isn’t very good for the economy. If we were happy with what we had, why would we need more? How do you sell an anti-ageing moisturiser? You make someone worry about ageing. How do you get people to vote for a political party? You make them worry about immigration. How do you get them to buy insurance? By making them worry about everything. How do you get them to have plastic surgery? By highlighting their physical flaws. How do you get them to watch a TV show? By making them worry about missing out. How do you get them to buy a new smartphone? By making them feel like they are being left behind. To be calm becomes a kind of revolutionary act. To be happy with your own non-upgraded existence. To be comfortable with our messy, human selves, would not be good for business.”

— Matt Haig, Reasons to Stay Alive (via theglasschild)

life would be so different if i was a bookshop owner in a small village near some forest, who has a secret affair with the local poet

Why is it always what kind of music do you listen to and never let's make a playlist together :/

Okay but like I just think about lovers who came before us, before the advent of technology. When they had to yearn for days and days until their next letter and then the feeling of excitement mixed with curiosity whilst promising of secretly meeting them in a dingy place where a million conversations would happen in just a few words while their eyes hold each other captive or sneaking glances at each other in public and the unresolved sexual tension which keeps growing with every second of every minute and if they accidentally touch each other------

gosh where do I sign up?

There is something so comforting about sitting at libraries late at night with a candle, while you gulp the pages of a book with a hungry fervour. You are so lost in a different world, for a while nothing matters except for the pains of your character and you don't even realise it's dawn. You haven't moved an inch, your back aches, your eyelids are drooping, but you feel this contentment in your chest, and god I would give anything to bring that feeling back.

You wanna know what's the most romantic thing ever?

Invisible man and his invisible girlfriend.

Imagine being in love with someone solely because she's the only one who actually understands you,

Who actually feels what it's been like for you,

Who has had the exact same life and hardships as you,

And the best part?

She doesn't care about your looks,

She doesn't care if you have a pre pubescent moustache or the hottest of bodies.

She only cares if you'll hold her hand forever in this invisible judgemental world.

And in a poetically injustice sort of a way,

.........

She's the only one who sees you.

And I'd have it no other way.

I like art that depicts women not posing seductively or gracefully but simply existing as human beings.