Made Up Worlds.

Laura | 26 | likes stars, landscapes and quotes: English Literature & Philosophy graduate, works in Publishing

[admireforever]

Normal People

[jupteur]

past lives (2023) dir. celine song

[wiseash]

Canon Beach, Oregon

[marvellousvictory]

"The truth I learned here is you had to leave because you're you and the reason I liked you was because you're you. And who you are is someone who leaves." - Past Lives

[dipolos]

Normal People (2020)

[taylornation]

the air is getting pretty salty… 🌊

[90strend]

this just became my new favorite picture (x)

[marvellousvictory]

Don't call me kid, don't call me baby, look at this godforsaken mess that you made me...

[unwakeable]

[nicest-interiors]

instagram-worthy art gallery wall inside graphic designer audrey rivet’s home. / sfgirlbybay #homedecorlivingroomwall

[kushandwizdom]

happiness comes in waves, it’ll find you again.

Malanda Jean-Claude (via kushandwizdom)

[marvellousvictory]

From the drafts...

And I kept asking myself why does missing someone who was only part of your life for a relatively short period of time hurt so much? But maybe the amount of time you've known someone simply doesn't matter. Maybe being able to feel deeply when you find a connection with another person is what makes us human and it doesn't have to make sense.

I knew the risk of getting hurt was there from the very beginning and yet I went ahead anyway, because you have to. Relationships can't exist without the the risk of losing them and the risk of getting hurt. The risks co-exist alongside the hope that it will all work out in the end.

I suppose there's good reason why so many poems and novels have been written about love and relationships and why so many people have tried to understand it all. But I don't think reason and logic can always be applied when emotions are involved - they're too precise, too exacting, too limiting when it comes to the ever evolving wave of emotions we feel. They can't be mapped onto each other. I thought I'd prepared myself for him leaving. In the end my feelings rose up and sloshed over any rational thought that tried to find its way through.

There were moments where I was suffocated by the sadness. Yet the saddest part was that I knew that this was the end of how things were, the end of 'us'. The finality of it all kept hitting me like a tonne of bricks. Yet the minutes marched on and I'm dragged along by time passing and pushing me forwards without him.

My anxious brain ran through all the possibilities that I should prepare myself for but it's exhausting and I'm obviously not a fortune teller so it was a pointless use of my time and energy. No amount of thinking will prepare me for those eventualities or help me work out which will come true and which will never happen. 

But regardless of it all I'll be forever grateful that by chance we did meet. He was there during my limbo, we were in limbo together and there's nobody else I'd have rather shared that time with.

[ponderation]

End Of The Road by Niilo Isotalo

[perfectpurples]

Photo by Verena Yunita Yapi

[realnostnerealnost]

[ocea]

[loocop-blog]

nothing bad can happen while ur under a blanket just remember that