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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

It’s a very tragic thing, not being able to write beautiful things.

Like you have the words in you, all the big words and their synonyms, yet you can’t put them in the right order, and you read all these enchanting extracts of books or poems that people write everywhere and still not figure out how interpret your thoughts in a way so beautiful and attractive like these writers do. It’s the purest yet the most devastating form of jealousy.

as the years go on, i'm learning to accept my nature. i stopped pretending i like the sun, i stopped forcing my voice to sing hight, i don't walk with who i wanna be, faking my spring. i am no spring. i run in the dark, i am scars, blood and raw meat. i am no soft, my eyes will never sparkle, my hands are sharp, my body is solid, i got my father's wide rib cage, his strong lungs. i am a dark personality, i will always be, and that is good. and i will celebrate it and be who i am until the end, until the day i die and after.

the thing with dark academia is that i dont long for regular tests in a high school classroom with a number two pencil and a kid vaping in the back corner, i long for endless books of poetry buried in piles of ancient texts, hidden away in an old castle with topiary gardens and royal balls held every other season

I love reading.

I love the way it makes me feel. The way I get lost in the pages, in the words that seem to create a new world around me, in the feeling that I stop being myself and finally I'm someone else worth living. Because books for me it's a way to feel. Yo actually feel. Deeply, without being afraid, marking my very soul to the point the are part of me in a way, the shaped and changed my existence, bringing me into new families and friends and loved ones. Because no matter the end the feeling of being loved is there.

For me reading a book is a holy experience.

When I first hold the book in my hands I want to just sit there and stare a few seconds felling the way my heart beats faster and I can't stop smiling and the anticipation is eating me alive. Just sit there and smell the pages, the way the ink smell, the contrast of the black letter on the white paper.

The I open it and it's like a whole new world. I'm no longer in my existence, but I'm living a different life, a few of them. I have loved ones and I have enemies and I fight for what I believe it's right or causing destruction in my path because I had enough, I'm both the villain and the hero, I'm the good and the bad, I'm more than I'll ever be as myself. I feel the pain, I feel the joy, I laugh at the jokes and the sarcastic comments, I die of embarrassment, I crie and I smile, and I fall in love I judge everyone around me and I can't stop until I know the end.

And then I'm back. Back at my very existence I hate, but how can you hate something when each part of it belongs to something you love so much? When I finish reading is like a subdrop. It's like the world is crashing down on me. It's like a reminder that none of it was real, but yet for me it was. The pain and the joy it was real. It make me feel.

I love reading. It never disappoints me. It keeps my soul company. In a way a human never did, because they never tried. Reading hurts me and puts me back together. It's heals a hurting soul and protects a loved one.

I really love reading. Even when no one else understands it. I do. It's mine. It's make me want to live, to explore, to love, to be.

// Tom Marvolo Riddle //

Picture this: It's a rainy day. You're sat in a quaint quiet cafe filled with oddities and knick knacks, and large bay windows that look out onto a cobbled street of a small European city. You watch people run about, doing their errands, darting in and out of shops, with their umbrellas bobbing up and down in their haste. The sweet foamy coffee you're sipping on from a vintage porcelain cup warms your insides. There is an innate sense of calm and tranquility as you sit there watching the world exist, and for a brief moment, time simply stops.

“Kat is back”

She is breathtaking 🔥

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sorry to disappoint you, but i’d rather stare out of the window, listen to music and create fake scenarios in my head than do those worthless mortal tasks

being an only child and not close with your parents is hard when you love talking and can’t keep your mouth shut and are constantly making jokes. like i’ve always just kinda talked to myself since i had no one to talk to and now being think i’m weird. i cant be the only one who will have full on conversations out loud with only myself, right?