i'm fairly sure that each time i hear "and though I burn how could I fall when I am lifted by every word you say to me'' my soul literally leaves my body and i start levitating
do it for the morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs
it just hits me out of nowhere sometimes how it all started with Prim and for Katniss it all ended with Prim. Katniss' depression after the war is forever buried somewhere at the back of my mind, truly all for nothing at all.
still cannot fathom how Oliver said like the most romantic thing ever to Meredith and then went to jail for James 5 minutes later
some part of me must have died each time that hozier called someone baby
my love language is poetry and I think I'm willing to finally accept that I'll always be the poet and never the poem as long as my muse lets me write about them forevermore
it's getting colder again where i live and the only thing i can think about whenever i leave the house is how tf had Richard survived A WHOLE WINTER in that warehouse like bffr he's so much stronger than me, i feel like a dying victorian child the moment i step outside when it's like -2°C😭😭 like i need the snow in the mountains to melt asap!!!
si vis pacem para bellum but in the teenage girl going insane way
when virginia woolf said "who shall measure the heat and violence of the poet's heart when caught and tangled in a woman's body?" i felt it in the deepest corners of my soul i didn't even know existed.
am i a person or am i just a bunch of quotes from the secret history glued together?
i'd like to clarify that when i call a man a simp it is the biggest compliment i could ever give anyone. i genuinely believe that each and every man that isn't a simp yet should reconsider his life choices.
you can justify anything if you do it poetically enough • she/her
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