why do we call it past if it doesn’t pass
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why do we call it past if it doesn’t pass
it keeps me up at night how i never got the closure i wanted and needed, i never understood why he was hugging me the way he did, why be kissed me the way he did and why he held my hand the way he did, it’s dumb because it meant nothing, but it ended like an ugly and sad story and im still stuck thinking if he cared about me just a little bit, so i don’t feel dumb for still believing that i can be loved or liked
when i read “a streetcar named desire” i got so scared about how i related to blanche. when she was scared to be seen in the light. i once met a boy during the night on the beach, and we couldn’t see each other’s faces that well, and i still struggle to remember his features sometimes, but I remember so clearly how i avoided eye contact with him when i was in the light, how i covered a bit of my face with the blanket when the sun was rising, and it made me feel weird, to cover myself like that, because i realized i’m still insecure sometimes, and it saddens me, that i still don’t love myself the way i want to
i used to laugh at people who drew hearts all over their notebooks, but now, i realize that maybe they were right to do that, maybe it was the solution to our problems, to fill our life with little hearts to feel and create the love we’re longing for
“I am hopelessly in love with a memory. An echo from another time, another place.”
— Michael Faudet
sick and twisted how the most relatable posts appear on my tl
reblog this post and say in the tags whether you know how to write in cursive. I’m curious
yess but i after i moved to an international school, everyone was confused with how i wrote the letters (and some people even made fun of me lmao love that) so i slowly changed my writing,,, i can still write in cursive tho, sometimes i switch whenever i feel like it
meeting people for only a few hours and then you struggle to remember their features, and you try to remember every single detail, building up that person in your head, but it’s still difficult, you have bits and bits in your mind, why can’t we remember faces clearly, don’t you wish you could mentally screenshot?
#faces #writer #romanticism #memories #people #humans #tumblr #literature #books
any day i could actually just randomly travel through time and make it my destiny to arrive in 1887 and buy Van Gogh’s artworks, giving him the recognition he deserved
the reason why i keep studying is because one day i’ll travel in time through the stones and arrive in the 17th century and meet Newton, helping him discover calculus
(yes, yes i love outlander btw lmao)