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bring back the habits that made you happy as a child. there’s no reason you should ever have to give up harmless things that bring you joy. you don’t have to age out of having fun. finger paint. write mediocre fanfiction and questionable poetry. put chocolate chips in your waffles. sing in the bath, and while working in the yard, and while washing your hands. hammer tunelessly on a piano. spin in circles until you fall down. climb a tree. just because you’re now in charge of your life doesn’t mean you’re expected to give up on the things that make life feel worth living
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
Sometimes I want to have a library with a secret door that opens when you pull the right book, then I remember that I panic in small places with low airflow and with no ways of scaping
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 love tumblr bc nothing matters here but pictures and inner thoughts
You are not your own person , really you are not. You are the laughter of your mother . The anger of your father. You are the warmth of your best friend and the kindness of the last book you read. You are pages of torn history , you are the music you sway to and beauty of stars on a clear night . You are the clouds on a rainy day and you are the clear skies on the sunny day. You are fragments of everything and everyone in your life regardless of where they are now. You are not you own person — but the whole universe.
my problem is that i cannot stop reading a book i don’t like without feeling guilty about it.
either i’m not interested in the story or the writing is bad, i cannot put the book down because then i’m a failure who doesn’t actually like to read, just pretends she does.
this is exactly why i stopped reading at all for years and i don’t want that to happen again but i cannot put this book down because i need to finish it, it was expensive and i’m just wasting money if i don’t finish it.
Does anyone else while you're reading get through a really good/dramatic scene, and then you put your book down and like, act out the scene that just happened in your mirror and then sometimes you add on to it and create like this whole other plot then when you're done you pick your book back up and continue reading like nothing happened...? Just me? Okay.
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.
“Kat is back”
She is breathtaking 🔥
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" the love of your life isn't, always, the one you marry "
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.
there are so many languages i want to learn, books i want to read, places i want to visit but im here lying down with no motivation to go anywhere but to the kitchen.
life is so fun when you spend most of your days ignoring responsibilities, reading books, listening to music and dissociating from reality
Fiction doesn’t exist to provide us with comprehensive instructions to navigate life. It exists to provide us with the perspective, questions, critical consideration, exploration, beauty, and escape we need to figure it out for ourselves.
Quarantined dark academia :
Looking out to the porch waiting for your order of books to arrive, reading till 4AM, lazy sips of red wine, black coffee in the late afternoon, burning candles on all day, mozart playing quietly while you sketch in your well-loved notebook, your favourite novels falling apart as you read them for the hundredth time, dressing in scarves and tweed jackets for your daily walks, missing museums and galleries and libraries .
I want to run away. Just completely disappear, tell nobody, and become someone entirely new. I can start my new life with my favourite and best person I ever met. I wanted to romanticize things with my best person. I wanted to visit museums where I can dress in pleated short skirts and blazers, be coy and mysterious enough that everywhere I go people are intrigued and charmed by my mere existence, only to vanish as quickly as I arrived. I want to be known yet unknown. Leave behind my past so I have enough secrets to fuel a thousand rumours about who I am. Maybe that's good material for being lonely, but is that not how all the best people live and die?
If you show me something you've not shown anyone else, tell me secrets you've not told anyone else and take me to places you've not taken anyone else to, best believe I'm going to publish a novel about how beautiful you are.
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i’m a simple creature, i see an old, abandoned place and i want to live there because i care about what ghosts think of me.
to whoever i end up with:
i want to share a shower with you. i want to share soaps with you. i want to be constantly running out of soaps because we use each other's soaps. i want to smell my soaps on you.
i want to sit on the train with you late at night leaning on each other and listening to music. i want to be drinking coffee and stroking your hair.
i want to hit you whenever you crack a stupid joke.
i want to make movies about you.
i want to write journals about you.
i want you to wake up while i'm still sleeping and read until i wake up to see how many chapters you can read before i wake up. probably a lot. i wake up really late.
i want to write things for you. good things. not things like this. i want to write things that make you understand how much i adore you but i'm bad with words but i promise i'm trying. i'm really trying.
you know i think about people sometimes, like if they listen to the same music as me, how they have their coffee, do they like this movie my friend is taking about all the time and if they like butter on their toast, if they eat chocolate late at night in the dark. i think about whether they’re afraid of the same things as i am and whether they cry like me at every little inconvenience, whether they’re chasing dreams everyday, whether they like edgar allan poe or not, whether they miss someone, if they prefer dogs over cats, whether they like to read, i think about the scars they have on their bodies and the light that shines bright in their eyes. i think about whether they wear socks to bed or if they sneak out of their house at midnight. so if you ever wonder that nobody thinks about you then maybe you're wrong, because i do.
It really drives me insane that I don’t know how people feel about me. Like am I nice??? Am I funny???? Am I mean???? Am I rude??? Am I obnoxious??? Am I dumb???? What am I????????????????????
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 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
okay but if we, as a society, normalised writing poetry on the walls, wandering through old forests, having massive secret home libraries filled with books we've collected over the years, wearing medieval dresses and lying on the cool grass in a countryside on summer evenings.. daydreaming instead of worrying about chores and silly responsibilities; the world would've been a better place.
the fact that i'm not in some alternate universe where i go to this school wearing pretty clothes, i'm creeping down it's hallways on a rainy day and me and my friends are dancing in circles as fellow students sing pretentious poetry and this pretty stranger is falling in love with me because i'm constantly saying strange and unpleasant things (which are a part of my charm) is so fucked up.
my skills include reading books, eating snacks, sleeping during the day, scrolling through tumblr quickly enough that people’s stupid videos don’t start playing automatically, listening to music, ignoring reality and being a massive crybaby.
idk but when i discover new books and music i’m just excited to be alive again. yes a bit dramatic but that’s how i feel when i discover them
life would be so different if i was a bookshop owner in a small village near some forest, who has a secret affair with the local poet