give me the old-school love. write me letters. leave me random notes. kiss my hands. slow dance with me. write a poem. lie down with me on the grass. read to me.
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give me the old-school love. write me letters. leave me random notes. kiss my hands. slow dance with me. write a poem. lie down with me on the grass. read to me.
Why can’t I paint? Why do we have to be good at the things that we like doing?
Is there no way out of the mind?
- Sylvia Plath
“There are things that can't be said, because it's hard to have to know them.”
-Ali Smith, The Accidental
Are you listening to Fearless (Taylor’s Version) or is there something wrong with you?
my aesthetic: sleepy face, piles of unread books, sticky notes, dirty coffee mugs, chair full of clothes yet to be folded, phone on charge, sweatpants and bed.
how will I live, if I don’t drink four mugs of coffee a day, feel jittery and lose my sleep.
book resolutions 2021
-reading as much as I can
-not feeling guilty for not reading enough
-diversified reading
-supporting indie bookstores
-completing unread books
-more academic related texts readings
-conscious book buying
looking for a conversation but only with lana del rey song lyrics
You : You can meet me in the pale moonlight.
Me : You won’t play, you’re not fun.
let this year be the one where you don’t have to be scared of being judged. do your thing. others don’t even have a reply for ‘tell me about yourself’ how on earth are they supposed to know you.
muting, unfollowing and blocking can also be a part of self-care.
there’s this guy who’s finally giving me an almost-Mr. Darcy experience: insulting me via jokes and calling it flirting.
need someone dedicate me ‘we fell in love in october’ by ‘girl in red’
even if it’s platonic, do it please
he tasted like sunny mornings and bad decisions
he tasted like soggy fries and guilty conscience
treasure people who share good music with you
I am sorry about what I say after I’ve consumed too much of caffeine. It puts me in my extremely happy-high spirits. I slightly lose sense of my reality .
“For the fact is that neuroscientists who study memory remain unclear on the question of whether each time we remember something we are accessing a stable “memory fragment”—often called a “trace” or an “engram”—or whether each time we remember something we are literally creating a new “trace” to house the thought. And since no one has yet been able to discern the material of these traces, nor to locate them in the brain, how one thinks of them remains mostly a matter of metaphor: they could be “scribbles,” “holograms,” or “imprints”; they could live in “spirals,” “rooms,” or “storage units.””
-Maggie Nelson, Bluets