Serotonin Dose Guys!

You and I were never meant to be. Our worlds have nothing in common except you like talking and I like listening.

A Star’s Death

the death of a star is called supernova and i feel that its poetic, how beautiful he bursts his guts out

if you write me poetry, buy me paints, or sing to me- just go ahead and propose, because i’m yours forever.

“I need someone real, who will be right for me now, here, and soon.”

— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, 1950-1962

my favorite quotes about love

“i’ll take care of you.” “it’s rotten work” “not to me, not of it’s you” -euripides

“it’s not the whole truth. the whole truth is i am in love with him still” -if we were villians, m.l. rio

“if anyone does not believe in venus they should gaze at my girlfriend” -unknown

“heaven help a fool who falls in love” -ophelia, the lumineers

“i will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong” -lemony snicket

“the world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. the curves of your lips rewrite history” -oscar wilde

“but loving you is a good problem to have” -monster, adventure time

“life is the flower for which love is the honey” -byron

“i know the world's a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home” -panic! at the disco, northern downpour

“where you go i’m going so jump and i’m jumping” -achilles come down, gang of youths

“i can take care of myself just fine. all right?” “no” “what do you mean no?” “no” -dead poets society

“i just want to get groceries i pray you want to get close to me” -groceries, mallrat

like i quite literally have never been more passionate about anything than i am about the human race’s invariable desire to tell stories and the fact that we always find a way to do it, through spoken language and written language and body language and visual art and theater and poetry and oral tradition and a million other things. there are so many things we take for granted about the human experience that we never stop to think about but i really want you to take a step back and consider how fucking amazing it is that our need to tell stories transcends all boundaries of time and geography and borders and language. it is one of very few things that is legitimately intrinsic to human nature and i will never stop being completely in awe of humanity for that.

Berserk (1990) Illustrations: Kentaro Miura

"You once told me that human eye is God's loneliest creation. How so much of the world passes through a pupil and still holds nothing. The eye, alone in its socket, doesn't even know there's another one, just like it, an inch away, just as hungry, as empty. "

Ocean Vuong ( On earth we are briefly gorgeous)

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