𝒜.𝒟.𝒟 @etherealnilam - Tumblr Blog

Maybe it’s just me, but. When I’m reading something and am just flat-out enjoying it, like filled to the brim with glee at the author’s wording or characterization or imagination or ingenuity or pacing, I stop reading. I am so full of excitement and love that I have to stop wherever I am and pace around or do something because Words Are So Damn Cool I need to expend some energy or I’ll explode.

nixscriptum

fuckyeahdavidandyonatan

The purpose of life is to get really into stories that drive you so crazy you sometimes feel the need to throw up from how much you love them

mournfulroses

Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky, from a letter featured in The Life & Letters of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky

papayajuan2019

sometimes that sad feeling is due to low blood sugar, and sometimes it's from decades of history. not that complex

redispoetic

“Growing up a girl letting people do things to you for years and years means your anger will turn biblical. Anger that is incoherent and unidentifiable inconsolable.”