august

to live for the hope of it all

[createdbyghosts]

thank you.

[createdbyghosts]

i fear one day i’ll die at the hands of nostalgia, and still look back on it fondly.

[createdbyghosts]

maybe you are the sun. warm, bright, familiar—forever.

[createdbyghosts]

[createdbyghosts]

please take my brain while i sleep. turn it around. put it back. make it right before the sun comes up.

[fairycosmos]

i look in the mirror, i lose my mind a little, i cry on public transport, i walk through a fluorescent supermarket, i have slow and confusing dreams at night. you know how it is

[createdbyghosts]

[createdbyghosts]

not a lot, just forever.

[createdbyghosts]

[createdbyghosts]

please, let it once be me.

[createdbyghosts]

“I have been trying, for some time now, to find dignity in my loneliness. I have been finding this hard to do.”

— Maggie Nelson, Bluets

[createdbyghosts]

[createdbyghosts]

even if it is full of love, all a ghost can do is haunt.

[theoldestchorusgirlintheworld]

Having no sources of intimacy in your daily life and therefore resorting to learning as much as you can as a way to pass the time is such a sad cycle, every single day its like what can I become obsessively interested in this time to vaguely simulate companionship and a temporary sense of purpose that I know will eventually make me feel even more alone because even if I find meaning and enjoyment it is completely irrelevant to and isolated from everyone and everything else

[createdbyghosts]

how cruel of august to kiss me goodbye when i haven’t even held summer’s hand

[createdbyghosts]

“but though I can digress with the best of them, I am nothing in my soul if not obsessive.”

- Donna Tartt, "The Secret History"

[createdbyghosts]

are you reading anything right now?

jane eyre