I'm So Obsessed With The Idea Of Living In A Big City Where I Can Choose To Be Invisible And Disappear

Obsessed with the idea of sacrifice in a book being a selfish act rather than a selfless one. Their lover screaming at them: “How dare you leave me in this barren world? How dare you take away my choice to die for you and leave me with this grief?”. They are dead, and their lover is left - a gaping wound - bleeding into the ground. Do they love them so much that they would die for them, or do they love them so much that they forced the other to live without them? Sacrifice as a bitter act. Sacrifice as something wildly violent; something tormentingly cruel — but always, always built on love. Perhaps, they are both martyrs in the end.

trees are very 🥺 because sometimes i’ll stand under the shade of a tree and look up at it and it’ll sway its branches about in the wind and i’m like oh my God i’m alive and YOU’RE alive. we are alive together and made up of the same starry stuff and standing right next to each other in this moment on this earth. do u feel it when i reach out and press my hand to your trunk? can you hear me? i think you’re so neat. and then the sunlight filters through its leaves just so and that lovely green color leaves me dazzled. it’s just very nice to be an alive thing next to a different sort of alive thing

illicit affairs and clandestine meetings

“…and I suppose that the reason I hated him was because when someone you love leaves you, you have to hate them to get over them. Because if they don’t want you anymore and you still love them, how do you survive?”

i don't understand much but what i do know is that people who read books and poetries are so attractive and they have the best vibe

You know what I liked about snyder’s justice league? That at the end of the day, Batman was about hope and faith. We’re so used to this dark brooding character that they try to portray but Batman is about a little boy wanting to change the world, to try and protect anyone from hurting the way he hurt and for having faith in people and the world to be good. Superman’s symbol may stand for hope, but all of Bruce Wayne stands for it too.

The worst about it is that I’m proud

Existe várias formas de matar alguém e a pior dela é esquecendo-a. Esquecer do qual incrível e especial aquela pessoa é, do quando divertida e inspiradora, e do quão bom foi amar ela.

two years ago today, taylor gave us folklore and my life forever changed.

i can't put into words how much this album means to me. some might say it's stupid but it genuinely saved me back then, came right on time when i needed it and it felt like a bandaid covering my wounds as much as it felt like putting salt into them.

"time, mystical time, cutting me open then healing me fine."

Happy birthday folklore, the album of a lifetime <3

why are we taught that the best love we can get is romantic love? finding our soulmate. why is that our uncouncious purpose in life?

we are ignoring small loves

loving the stars. loving the wind. the songs played by birds in the forest. the rainbow. the waves. the moment we realize we drew a smile on a stranger's face. or when we feel understood. listening to our favorite song as we dance in the rain. standing in silence with a person we feel most comfortable with and realizing words aren't everything...

"love is everywhere". that's what we should hope to find.