Liv ♱

“What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others.”

[mercedary]

about me:

she/her

ENTP-T, aquarius

some facts: i’ll be a cna when i graduate high school, im on varsity softball, and i love pinterest! (livsfilm, wink wink)

hobbies: reading, writing, baking, cooking meals for people, using spotify as if it’s social media.

fav book: the secret history

fav movie: stand by me

some music I like: (playlists are linked!)

[lottieismo]

bunny was the first go go

[tall]

[uwillneverknowwho]

Literally always take headphones with you. If you decide that you probably won't need them today, that's the devil talking. You will. You will

[dramaticwriter]

richard papen admits to things i would never admit to in his place even if i was held at a gun point, yet he still can't admit he's attracted to men, the human mind is so scary

[moonlitsuguru]

freak4freak winterpapen anybody

[player-124]

Baby’s first moon landing 🤗

“Once, over dinner, Henry was quite startled to learn from me that men had walked on the moon.”

“No,” he said, putting down his fork.

[liivn]

Silver Skeleton Series, Valerie Hegarty, 2019

[catbayunthestoryteller]

Professors who are just nice and kind and treat students with polite courtesy >>>> Professors who try hard to be cool and end up acting cynical, make stupid jokes and favour certain students.

[francois-abernathy]

Happy Bunny death day, to those who celebrate

[m-zdnmh-deactivated20260327]

Learn to let go, it will be okay

[heluf]

me core ིྀ

c.c: c4ssiehwrd on tik tok!!

[pollywolly21]

get away get away get awayyyyy pleaseeee

[mercedary]

this made me giggle

[astriloquum]

[mercedary]

first softball practice and i’ve already broke a blood vessel in my finger and it’s extremely bruised…

I had my second practice yesterday, and it’s worse now so that’s wonderful; it’s all swollen and bruised worse than it was the first day

I’m sure it’ll get better eventually! 🥲

[hej0163]

Every time I dream about you I see and feel a warm body. Breathing, moving, talking.

We walk and walk. Often through graveyards. The pine trees around us a muted green. And I do know, that just around the corner, your gravestone stands tall and somber. A receipt of the truth.

The needles and debris on the soft grass beneath.

And I wish to lay down with you. I want you to talk about Tana French. About Donna Tartt. Whatever you want, I’d love to hear.

But I never dare to ask you why we don’t go left and up the hill. To the gray stone with your name on it.

Because I know the answer.

What did the constant changing of colour land on I wonder as we stroll?

Where you in summer or winter when timed stopped?

When we met for the last time, only a second, in passing. By chance. Much like at night.

You revealed your top teeth, you smiled at me.

The wind blowing your hair from behind.

But oh I can’t remember. I can’t remember the colour of your hair that day.

Now you’re dust. And i cant imagine a world where your body doesn’t exist. Where your heartbeat doesn’t send ripples through the air.

You only exist as memories. And I can only think of the last time I thought of you. Your face warps and bends. Your voice and words no longer yours.

I can’t anymore form sentences the way you did. You’re a fantasy, a concept, all grainy and blurry.

And like the pine trees you stand tall and never changing. Forever 21 with a damaged sinuses. A warped brain and shaky hands.