[heavenpureheart]

[goth-queen]

[remanence-of-love]

[rosavelle]

sometimes all you need is a break from people needing you. cause you need you.

[randomnotebookthoughts]

I am truly a giggler. A laugher. A chuckler. Just somewhere in the background snickering.

[faustique]

small circle

a man who'd die for me

8h of sleep

no drama

new clothes & makeup

[bayynah]

[shadowseductress]

i don't think I will ever tell anyone the full story

[heavensghost]

To heal the wound you first have to stop touching it.

[8nq-deactivated20161103]

[aspromauri-alepou]

synexos

[perriaeyjeve]

[neckkiss]

[honeywine0]

[aspromauri-alepou]

not asking for much

[kisxmesoft]

[aspromauri-alepou]

rereading this for like 20 minutes straight

[notawisewriter]

there's peace in stagnation. there's beauty in abandonment. things left like they were frozen in time. collecting dust. left midway. a car parked outside one last time. a book left open on a desk. trees rustling, air breezing through broken glasses and empty corridors. drawers filled with memorabilia. someone who's no longer alive still smiles in the picture by the windowsill. hums echo through the kitchen. still water that used to ripple.

[sustancy]

[elftwink]

what the fuck is up with calling people performative for reading a book that you don't personally think they are the type to be reading. stranger in the park reading poetry and you think they look like theyre too stupid to get it so you assume that (instead of you being an asshole for assuming the personality of a stranger) they must be performing their interest, for you, a person who they have not looked at and do not know exists. these people are being created in a lab to try and convince the rest of us that reading a book can only be done for the benefit of an audience and not just because reading is awesome. stop filming strangers for tiktok and join your local library's summer reading club and maybe you'll calm down

[rockstar-vamp]

Can’t believe reading has become an “aesthetic trend.” Stop gatekeeping reading