CottagecoreIris

Melancholy.Nostalgia.Me.

[remanence-of-love]

[templeofapelles]

Thomas Bromley Blacklock The Snow Queen, 1902

[shadowseductress]

[decembrghost]

Do I not belong to this world, or does this world not belong to me?

[quotefeeling]

“It’s my life. And it’s now or never.”

— Bon Jovi, It’s My Life

[loveisrootedinme-deactivated202]

[quotefeeling]

“Don’t let the fear of what could happen make nothing happen.”

— Unknown

[hazy-october]

[thehopefulquotes]

“I wanted to tell you that wherever I am, whatever happens, I’ll always think of you, and the time we spent together, as my happiest time. I’d do it all over again, if I had the choice. No regrets.”

— Cynthia Hand, Boundless

[her-writings-blog-deactivated20]

Tonight I was walking next to him, on the sidewalk, the smell of rain still lingering in the air. He was talking, telling me about stuff as he usually does, pulling a sarcastic joke here and there. I almost felt guilty for not listening to him. I was distracted by his smile, his voice, his scent: I just wanted to stop and tip toe to reach his lips and press mine onto his, closing my eyes. But I didn’t do that, because he is “just” a friend to me. I really wish I had the courage to text him:

“I am sorry I didn’t kiss you, but in my defence…you looked too handsome tonight I lost myself in your eyes”

[thehopefulquotes]

“Close some doors. Not because of pride, incapacity or arrogance, but simply because they no longer lead somewhere.”

— Paulo Coelho

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Isabel Allende, The House of the Spirits

[thepersonalquotes]

[welten-wellen]

"Side by side, they were very much alike, in similarity less of lineament than of manner and bearing,

a correspondence of gesture which bounced and echoed between them so that a blink seemed to reverberate, moments later, in a twitch of the other's eyelid.

Their eyes were the same color of gray, intelligent and calm. She, I thought, was very beautiful, in an unsettling, almost medieval way which would not be apparent to the casual observer.“

~ Donna Tartt, The Secret History

[fromdarzaitoleeza]

Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun // Brenna Twohy, A Coworker Asks Me If I Am Sad, Still

[chillpotato]

Mieko Kawakami, from 'Heaven'

[remnant-thoughts]

“When the day comes to an end, and the sun is setting just as the moon makes her appearance. This small overlap in time and space is where I have known you from before. Each dusk into new dawn another journey drawing me closer to you, our magnetic fields amplifying every hour until we catch a glimpse of one another on the horizon. I have been aching for the moment we finally eclipse.”

— “Good night Moon” remnant-thoughts