It’s been there for weeks, and then this morning by the fountain… I’ve never done anything like that before. And I was so angry with you, and with myself.

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It’s been there for weeks, and then this morning by the fountain… I’ve never done anything like that before. And I was so angry with you, and with myself.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood
Hannah Kent, Burial Rites
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Sarah Winman, When God Was a Rabbit
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I am a f a i l u r e I failed as a protector I failed as a child I failed as a sibling I am everything you ever told me I would be.
A F A I L U R E
ache ; a mix for two people that never should have fallen in love.
i. ghouls, we are scientists ( this happens all the time; it’s kind of our routine ) ii. waiting game, banks ( and if i’m feeling like i’m evil we’ve got nothing to gain ) iii. telegraph avenue, childish gambino ( but you still don’t have the time to kiss me / just hit me ) iv. little bit, lykke li ( and for you i keep my legs apart / and forget about my tainted heart ) v. walls, stars ( tell me how i sleep / tell me how i wake up / tell me how i dream ) vi. sometime around midnight, the airborne toxic event ( you just have to see her / and know that she’ll break you in two ) vii. another love, tom odell ( i wanna kiss you, make you feel alright / i’m just so tired to share my nights ) viii. the suburbs, mr little jeans ( your part of town against mine i saw you standing on the opposite shore / but by the time the first bombs fell we were already bored ) ix. btsk, ms mr ( a million one reasons to end before you start ) x. tomorrow, daughter ( don’t bring tomorrow / ’cause I already know / i'll lose you )
I know you and I are not about poems or other sentimental bullshit but I have to tell you even the way you drink your coffee tea knocks me the fuck out.
Clementine von Radics (via oofpoetry)
You taught me how to feel.
The Six Word Love Story #52 (via thesixwordlovestory)
"You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first" Bullshit. I have never loved myself. But you Oh god, I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like.
My thoughts before I go to sleep. (via swxrn-in)
(via love-sickmelody)
You remember too much, my mother said to me recently. Why hold onto all that? And I said,Where can I put it down?
Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay” (via aercis)
Hands
I talk about hands because they are both the softest and hardest parts of me.
For all the breaks and bruises they have suffered, sometimes it feels like they are the only parts that are still alive.
There are stories etched over my knuckles, secrets nestled between each finger, a faint line for the name of every person I should have hated more and loved less.
Hands are organs of physicality; not emotionality.
Grip, hold, fumble, shake.
My hands write letters by day and gather stardust by night, but sometimes… they just don’t know how to let go of the things that keep making me bleed.
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Welcome to the Young Witches & Wizards' Preparatory Academy of Magic. The fun has just begun.
Deep in the swamps of LO U I S I A N A there lies not one, but two schools. With students roaming the grounds in uniforms and strict policies that are constantly ignored, it seems like any other preparatory school for the rich and entitled. Yes, much of the student body is made up of heirs, heiresses and legacies, but they’re very different from your normal teens. They bear a cross both terrible and wonderful. They’re w i t c h e s . Or wizards, if you prefer.
COMPETITION. DRAMA. MAGIC.
If you thought the human world was scandalous, you haven’t seen anything yet.
{ Academy of Magic is a skeleton roleplay focused on character development and completely inspired by the wonderful asheathes. }
ACCEPTING TONIGHT
Tennessee Williams, The Glass Menagerie