Berserk: Episode 25, 'Time Of Eternity' (1997)

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

“i love you.” “it’ll pass.”

is THE single most heartbreaking yet real and intense thing ive ever heard phoebe waller bridge u mastermind u r just like me except a genius fleabag is easily one of the most true to life and wonderfully painful tellings of mistakes that ruin relationships, mental health, religion, the chasms between family members that are caused and fixed by the love u share for them. its about extreme loss and the way that can single-handedly effect the rest of ur life and the way u think and act and how u care for others. its just so real.

romance? like in those hozier songs? you know that’s not real, right?

i’m a hopeless romantic with all these ideal scenarios in my head but i’m also terrified of falling in love and trusting someone new.

So,

This is based around 19th century,

Im a just a son of this well known, rich person. And i go to a ball with couple of my companions (like Pride and Prejudice).

So i was standing beside the dancing area...

I saw, this really astonishing, most wonderfull, beautiful lady i saw (even in IRL). Presumably i was handsome, i invited this lady for a dance. (Why not?) And after that i didnt even know when 2 hours passed, dancing with her. She has these really deep brown eyes, sparkling with lights of candles and all the lights around us. the dress, blue like ocean or a sky. Her hair, mud-colored and her fragrance, all these things to die for. We kept dancing & dancing i was with her and she was with me, but i was mostly in her eyes, browsing through her emotions like, pain, sorrow, oppression and repayment. But i ignored them and kept dancing. i was also ignoring the faded view of surrounding at that time i can only see us, only us. I thought the red stains her blue oceanic dress was just a mere mirage. As i kept dancing she too seemed like she was fading and i was struggling to clinge to her last reflection. I closed my eyes, thinking that its just an illusion, hoping that everything will become back as while i was in her eyes. I opened my eyes but all i could see was that bright, effervescent chandelier, just like her earrings

idk but do you guys ever look up from reading a book and get disoriented because you’re actually in your bedroom or lying on a couch or in a library or somewhere that isn’t the story?

—reasons to keep a diary/written record of existence.

credits: 1. anais nin; 2. sophocles; 3. fanny howe; 4. @pigmenting ; 5. louise erdrich; 6. tristine rainer; 7. clarice lispector; 8. sei shonagon; 9. elaine feinstein; 10. susan goldsmith wooldridge.

loggin back on here, feels like picking up that half read book and continuing with the story line

“All I want is a connection in which I receive the same amount of effort as I put in. For once, I don’t want to be drained because I give my everything to someone who can’t even appreciate me.”

- 3am overthinker