I Can't Let Go Of People, I Can't Move On. I Attach Myself So Strongly To The People Who Come Into My

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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.

𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐬 ♡

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a country estate. with portraits and paintings and marble statues. great big dusty libraries filled with worn spines titled with embossed letters. gardens i can take walks around when my existence gets the best of me. flowers, hedges, pathways. nearby lakes. i wanna be rich not to be a modern socialite but to wear corseted dresses and take turns around the room. strawberries and champagnes and sunrises over the rolling hills. petrichor. dew. golden morning sunlight. fresh fruit. love, in every aspect of the word. 

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the worst thing about classical music, it's when you can't remember a piece's name, so you spend the day with "tandandan taranranran taranranran" playing your my head and i can't even research what's the name of the piece because there is no lyrics

i want to be your favourite hoodie. i'll make you feel warm and comfortable, i promise not to scratch your skin or be stained with lies. i want you to wear me all the time, around the house, out to dinner, to the movies or even while you sleep. i want you to wear me in front of your friends and families and in front of strangers, because i am your favorite hoodie and you want everyone to know that.

I am not meant for this world. I belong in a thick magical forest, filled with woodland elves, fairy rings, old oaks, werewolves howling at the moon, faeries dancing under waterfalls, and unicorns hidden away- only seen by nymphs. I want to live in a cottage surrounded by falling petals. I want fauns to play their flutes from willow trees. I want to hear the sound of dragons roaring through the sky. I want to make a garden for myself, and make a welcome sign to all the woodland creatures to my cottage of love and magic. I just want to live in a fairy tale and leave this world forever.

As pessoas querem justificar/julgar o amor entre duas pessoas do mesmo sexo usando religião, biologia, filosofia, sociologia, história, física, química, português, inglês, matemática, espanhol, arte, astrologia […] Amor é amor, ninguém explica o amor.

— Amor, sublime amor.

i'm so obsessed with the idea of living in a big city where i can choose to be invisible and disappear between the crowds and live for myself and have my favorite little corner in a cafe and go to musea and galleries and appreciate art and architecture for hours uninterrupted and go to all the places where literary figures got inspiration for their poetry and their works and stroll down the streets by myself and look at people who pass by and invent little stories for them in my head and live in a small apartment where i can write by my open window until really late at night and sometimes stop and listen to the bustle of life on the streets below and i can also choose to be part of that bustle myself and part of a circle of artists who share a studio and support each other and go to social gatherings where i meet people who are as passionate about art and poetry as i am and exchange ideas and be inspired and have specific corners and monuments and cafes where we gather, and hold symposia stuffed in someone's tiny apartment and in general live as an active part of the urban creative scene ??? just ,,, living in a city where i get to see the entire assembled past and present existence of humanity ???