I sold my soul to a three-piece @ineternalsunshine - Tumblr Blog

Small towns with bookstores and cafés have my heart. Autumn leaves and rainy days have my heart. Reading books and drinking coffee have my heart, and so does lighting scented candles, curling up in a cosy bed. Simply, romanticising my life.

adampvrrish

life really is just like. you meet people you love them and then you lose them and you never see them again. and it's inevitable and it happens to everyone and there's nothing you can do about it

adampvrrish

richard siken quote. you know the one

brightwanderer

I think a lot about how we as a culture have turned “forever” into the only acceptable definition of success.

Like… if you open a coffee shop and run it for a while and it makes you happy but then stuff gets too expensive and stressful and you want to do something else so you close it, it’s a “failed” business. If you write a book or two, then decide that you don’t actually want to keep doing that, you’re a “failed” writer. If you marry someone, and that marriage is good for a while, and then stops working and you get divorced, it’s a “failed” marriage.

The only acceptable “win condition” is “you keep doing that thing forever”. A friendship that lasts for a few years but then its time is done and you move on is considered less valuable or not a “real” friendship. A hobby that you do for a while and then are done with is a “phase” - or, alternatively, a “pity” that you don’t do that thing any more. A fandom is “dying” because people have had a lot of fun with it but are now moving on to other things.

I just think that something can be good, and also end, and that thing was still good. And it’s okay to be sad that it ended, too. But the idea that anything that ends is automatically less than this hypothetical eternal state of success… I don’t think that’s doing us any good at all.

honeytuesday

maybe i'm just a portrait of all the people i've loved and nothing else tastes so bittersweet. a little dash of my ex-best friend in the way i walk and laugh. my scarf tied in a double knot for that beautiful stranger at the bus stop. a whisper of my mother and the sigh of a lover in the way i braid my hair. pockets full of fire and infinite regret like my dad or his dad or his dad. the tilt of my jaw, the curve of my smile, everything, everything is someone else. when they're all gone, my own reflection will be the biggest ghost i have.

deaddolin

remember when you were like. 12. and you saw high schoolers and you were like. wow thosr are just full ass adults. and now you're like 25 and you see high schoolers and youre like wow. youre literally a baby

finalbarbiegirl

Enough about girl bosses what about girl losers. Girls who do absolutely nothing.

wedarkacademia

― Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

#ww

luthienne

“April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.”

— T.S. Eliot, The Waste Land (via 13neighbors)

#ww

orpheuslament

After Abel (wip), Dante Émile

orpheuslament

12.03.22, Dante Émile

metamorphesque

musings on Spring

prayerisaspell

Ride by Lana Del Rey

I been out on that open road But you can be my full-time daddy, white and gold Singing blues has been gettin’ old But you can be my full-time baby, hot or cold