Waltz of Claudia.

She lives folded between the pages of books and forms bonds with paper characters.

[ladyclaudia]

As I sit here listening to this song, I feel as though I am being transported to another world entirely. The melody is hauntingly beautiful, and the lyrics are like a mirror reflecting my innermost thoughts and emotions. This song is unique to me, and it reminds me of no one else but myself. It is like a time capsule, taking me back to a time when my dreams and hopes were alive, and everything felt possible.

But as I listen to it now, it feels like everything is blank. The song no longer holds the same magic it once did. It's as if something inside me has died, and the things that used to make me happy no longer have any meaning. It feels like my heart has stopped beating, and I am just going through the motions of life.

I feel lost, as if I am drifting aimlessly in a vast, dark ocean. The song is calling out to me, urging me to find my way back to myself, to fight for what I believe in. But I am too exhausted to try. I am too weighed down by the burden of my own thoughts and emotions.

This song is the only thing that brings me some type of emotion when everything else feels numb. I am working, going about my day-to-day activities, but the spark that used to ignite my passions and dreams is gone. Everything feels like noise, like a storm in my eyes, and I am struggling to find my way back to the light.

It's as if I'm standing in the middle of a vast desert, unable to find the oasis that once kept me going. The world around me seems to have lost its color, and I feel trapped in a never-ending cycle of monotony. I try to distract myself with various activities, but nothing seems to bring me the same joy and satisfaction that I used to feel.

I know that I need to find my way back to myself, to rediscover the things that made me happy and fulfilled. But the journey feels overwhelming, and I'm not sure if I have the strength to make it. I long for the days when everything felt possible, when my dreams were within reach.

Perhaps one day I'll find my way back to that place, but for now, I'll keep listening to this song, hoping that it will help me find my way back to the light.

[tahoori]

[ladyclaudia]

Reading has always been my favourite, and I believe it's because I love the sensation of my heart, soul, and mind being completely engrossed in something. There's a feeling of pure joy when I find a book that I adore, and it's as if it's pouring into my body and filling me up entirely. Even if I only have time to read a single page or paragraph each day, I find myself feeling content and fulfilled. For me, reading is the ultimate form of escapism. It's not just about reading words on a page; it's about feeling utterly alive.

Oh! I came across a statement that really resonated with me: "When you read a book, it's like a series of mini-movies playing in your head." I couldn't agree more with this sentiment. Reading allows me to immerse myself in a world of imagination, where I can visualize the characters, settings, and events as if they were playing out right in front of me. It's truly a magical experience.

[ladyclaudia]

Just finished reading Time Is a Mother and when Ocean Vuong wrote “Inside my head, the war is everywhere. I’m on the cliff of myself & these aren’t wings, they’re futures.” and “The sky flashes. The sea yearns. I myself am hell.” and “I made it out by the skin of my griefs.”

[ladyclaudia]

When you snuggled into your blanket in your dimly lit room, then you read a book while listening to music as your midnight companion... Sometimes we should treasure the moment, no matter how insignificant it was... 🖤✨.

[ladyclaudia]

Why is it always “I love you” and not “Time flies like a thief when you’re by my side, so much that I want a spell that slows the turning of the globe just for more time with you. Every time I see you, I am awed by you, delighted by you, comforted and moved by you. I am a greedy man, and I want every moment there is to have with you.”

[ladyclaudia]

One of the things that make me fall in love with reading is the sense I get when books make my heart grow fonder. The fact that I could fall in love a thousand times always got me; like a flowering garden, my heart swells.

[ladyclaudia]

Jack Hawthorne is that type of boyfriend who would bring you a cup of coffee and a bouquet of flowers every morning. [ sigh ] @ God, you know what I mean, right?

[ladyclaudia]

I’ve always considered myself a hopeless romantic. Reading about love blooming, especially between two people reluctant to it, has always been one of my favorite things in the world. I liked to read about people getting closer and connections being created. I loved to long for a first kiss and dread the eventual fights in the couple’s future.

I might not have had a very extensive love life, but it didn’t stop me from wanting to see love blossom around me. All my life, everywhere I saw a spark, I watched in eagerness and waited for it to come to life and expand into a colossal, life-altering, exhilarating love.

[ladyclaudia]

Poppy: *grabbing a fistful of the knight’s hair and thrust the woven dagger into his skull.*

Casteel: “You know I'm incredibly turned on by you right now?”

[ladyclaudia]

She’s a 10 but she trades her soul for eternal freedom.

[ladyclaudia]

Reading is never just reading for me. It’s a way to travel the world without actually moving or a way to escape into a whole different world. Cause when I read a book, I live a thousand lives, I experienced a thousand dead, and I fell in love a thousand times.

[ladyclaudia]

The urge to wear nothing but a thin tank top and shorts that barely cover my ass to make him come closer, so, I have a reason to put a knife to his throat and watch him to death.

[1hx]

“I don’t know how to write love letters. But I wanted to tell you that my whole being opened for you. Since I fell in love with you everything is transformed and is full of beauty…. love is like an aroma, like a current, like rain. You know my sky, you rain on me and I, like the earth, receive you.” - Frida Kahlo, October 1946

[ladyclaudia]

God, I just want to push a man against a wall and kiss his lower lip then plant a dagger in the back of his neck.

[thouraia-blog]