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I just saw a light academia/ cottagecore text post that was like “I wish I could grow little flowers in my hair” and at first I was like *yeah, that would be dope* but ya know what NO it wouldn’t be, it would be awful. I can barely brush my hair on a GOOD day and now I wanna detangle and manage fLoWeRs ni sir it would not work for me. Not only that but buggggssss in your hairrrrr allll the timeee, you sit outside and a bee just lands IN YOUR HAIR I couldn’t do it. It’s a romantic, lovely, dreamy idea that I just thought way too hard about but wow no thank you
Poem I wrote about eating fundip like two years ago
So do you ever zone out so hard you question everything but know you need to be paying attention so you’re like “hey bro, now is not the time to be questioning the sanctity of humanity” or like “dude, can we not focus on how we wouldn’t be here if not for some random walking fish?”
Imagine
you have a complete day to yourself.
It would be spent in a giant elegant library on a bench or couch in a secluded area where no one ventures.
Quiet classical music, ambient noice from the calm chaos of the atmosphere. A fire place near by so you can hear the crackling.
Maybe you spend it with one person who will not complain when you ignore their sentient presence and wrap myself around them in a way that you can run my fingers through their hair while you read a stack of books that completely keep my attention from start to finish.
There would be tea. Hot, steamy and perfectly made, chai milk tea, jasmine or green tea with mint. Or rose tea because it smells like hugs. Or maybe coffee or a mug of hot chocolate with a stick of peppermint poking out.
Of course the person with you, whose only purpose is to be quiet and cuddle you, would be the one getting you the mug because you couldn’t be bothered with getting up while you’re reading
Sometimes ur family is you, ur wife, ur kids, and ur family bear, and that old guy and his mule that come from the prospector town to bring goods to ur log cabin on his way through the mountains
my life is currently dominated by the letters A, T, C, and G
Of coarse I deal with emotions in a healthy manner !*tucks book closer to chest*
~To the daydreamers~
To dream–to dream has been the business of my life.
–Edgar Allan Poe
My love, we'll never meet again. Nobody will ever remember me... My entire life will be remembered. My sorrows will fade, and so will my influence on those who love me. Even you... may pop up from time to time in your memory... A member of my family may discover my belongings and smile wistfully as he wonders where I am, but he will eventually forget. It pains me to think that life will go on without me.
He's been here forever, your son
Words by me // inspired by the advertisement on the left.
Catholic Doilys
Left: Thea Porter reflected in her dining table. Ph. Jim Lee for the Sunday Times, 1971. Right: scan from Pinterest.
The Three Graces, 2019 by Valeria Duca (b. 1995, Moldova)
Soft drizzles outside, cup of coffee on the side, wearing cozy clothes, reading a book, notes scattered all over, soft songs playing in the background,being delusion, and there's some sort of peace in the room....probably this is what it means to live in the present.
I seriously think boys need a apprecation post. So here it goes
Boys in general are really pretty and adorable.
Boys with slightly long and wavy hair. Boys who loves reading. Boys who loves talking about their interests. Boys who go head over heels for their significant other. Boy who have dimples. Boys who compliments. Boys who sing. Boys who like kids and nice to them. Boys who don't mock or tease on sensitive topics. Boys with brown eyes (those eyes glow under the sun). Boys who knows to control their anger. Boys who lets you know if they are busy (not to make you worried). Boys who like boybands. Boys who play instruments. Boys who don't degrade someone for doing something different. Boys who respects women.
Just ✨boys✨.
He is the gentleman in my eyes. He is such a kind man, and he rejoices when I get home safely. He is a person who enjoys learning specifics about my day. Someone who looks out for my overall health and wellbeing. Someone who will remind me to get a good night's sleep so I can wake up early on the days of my exams. During my difficult day, he is someone who keeps telling me, "You will rock it." someone who offers me their prayers for a positive day at school. He is not the person I refer to as my lover, but rather as my best friend. I would defend my best buddy from everyone who is against him.
I pleaded for more from him-more time to write about him and more days to learn about his passions for people, music and the art-but all he gave me was a bar of chocolate.
How am i supposed to say no?
Roses don't bloom quickly because, like any great work of art, beauty needs time to develop. Our love also blossoms in a very gradual, lovely way at its own speed, much like the rose. It's so lovely to witness how our relationship emits beautiful, wonderful sentiments at its own speed. Sometimes the thorns serve as a reminder that love may be painful, but the roses serve as a diversion and convince me that our love is also filled with beauty, affection, and passion. The rose will always represent how we are at our core true romantics.
(One week to go for valentine's day)
Appears to be a typical nerd with impressive academic brains. But he is the source of brightness in my otherwise dreary life. Although everyone thinks he is a bookworm, in my opinion, he is a poet who is hopelessly romantic but don't show it. He must be treated with care because he has a pure soul.
One particular girl is incredibly undervalued since she only asks for affection from people who write handwritten notes, buy her a bunch of flowers, and do the bare minimum. She reads novels and develops a romantic relationship with the imaginary world. She loses herself in poetry and romance novels instead of the real world since she is aware that people here want to be in immature relationships that will never lead anywhere.
"I made a mistake in what I did. The past few days, I didn't feel like myself. I was being brutal and rude. According to what you've told me, all the men in your life—aside from your father—have treated you cruelly and crudely. And I've devoted my entire being to avoiding being one of those. Unfortunately, I have in fact joined that group. I apologise." (a note found in a guy's diary)
"She studied the mythical book while seated in the library, holding a coffee in one hand and a pen in the other. She was so immersed in her book that she didn't even realize she had been disconnected from reality." - Devi
"the tired sunsets and the tired people-it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all".
–Charles Bukowski