[petaltexturedskies]

Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own

[noradaydreams]

𝑇𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑠ℎ ⋆.˚

[psychonatale]

I’m sitting at a bar in JFK about to move to London, England, for the next 2 years. It doesn’t get weirder.

[psychonatale]

Well I’ve been living in London for just about a year, which means we’re half-way there. I’ve been to Venice. I’m going to Paris in December, Tuscany for a wedding in July. Hopefully Iceland to see the Northern Lights and hot springs in February. I turned 28 on Sunday. I never thought any of it possible—not that I tried. Why would I have thought any of this?—10 years ago. Not even two years ago. And here I am and here we are. Thank you to a whole lot of luck and good fortune, and to the friends who made me in their image. My life is a debt I can never repay, but I will never stop trying anyway. It’s autumn now, and October approaches. The big things are as bright and rare as shooting stars, but the joys are galaxies I can touch. I hold them in my hands.

[psychonatale]

I’m sitting at a bar in JFK about to move to London, England, for the next 2 years. It doesn’t get weirder.

[psychonatale]

Moving to London in a bit over a month. Who would have thunk it? Not me.

[secifosseluce]

“I took comfort in the illusion that I could go back [to my hometown]. But I’d been around long enough to know history is sealed and unchangeable. You can move on, with a heart stronger in the places it’s been broken, create new love. You can hammer pain and trauma into a righteous sword and use it in defense of life, love, human grace and God’s blessing. But nobody gets a do-over. Nobody gets to go back and there’s only one road out. Ahead, into the dark.”

— Bruce Springsteen, Born to Run (via readingcities)

[psychonatale]

Been a minute. Have some updates. All my friends are getting married and having babies. I went to London for the first time, had a very cute week with a boy. Doubt it’s anything, but I guess we’ll see in a few months; I’m moving to London in the fall. I keep seeing 11s everywhere. I still think about the life I gave up, and I’m thinking about the life I’m preparing to give up. I don’t think about him anymore. I’d be lying if I said I hope he’s well, but maybe that’ll change some day. Nothing looks like what it did a year ago.

[psychonatale]

I haven’t seen you in nearly 3 years. I don’t remember your face, or your voice. I miss you regardless. I wish I could remember the good parts. I wish I could even remember the bad parts. You come in glimpses, flashes, and waves. You’re down in Florida, and I heard you kicked the heroin. I heard you found a girl and kept her. I heard you got that fresh start you wanted. Maybe everything comes down to timing and placement. Maybe I’ll never get both quite right.

[skovenshemmeligheder]

All Quiet On The Frontal Lobe

[tonysopranobignaturals-deactiva]

starting to think I may actually have some issues and even perhaps problems

[psychonatale]

It took me eleven years to realize it isn’t love, but it is a trauma bond. I will throw myself into the Mohawk River.

[psychonatale]

Well, that moment of clarity lasted a solid 3 hours

[psychonatale]

It’s actually …… both isn’t it

[psychonatale]

Wrong, it is a trauma bond only

[psychonatale]

Alright so just to recap 2022, I was very bored for six months, decided to lose my fucking mind around June, rekindled the worst relationship I ever had, immediately got pregnant, got unpregnant, turned 26 (on the same day), descended further into insanity, and then December rolled around. And now I feel ok. Things were truly so bad but I’m feeling alright, even though they still aren’t perfect. Maybe they never will be. But man, did I have some really fun and gorgeous and healing days and nights with my friends.

[carrionwife-deactivated20230602]

ive got to get normal > ive got to get weirder > ive got to get normal > ive got to get weirder > ive got t

[miiilowo]

i love tragic characters who get their whole world ripped out from underneath them and then completely fuck themselves and everyone around them over in the most violent unnecessary ways imaginable

[miiilowo]

ijust think its fun when a character loses something important to them and decides to kill people and then themselves about it

[brok3np4radise-deactivated20250]

You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it’s better to listen to what it has to say.

Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist

[chandra-telescope]

hope is a skill

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

hope is a weapon you are trained to wield

[derangedrhythms]

Gemma Files, There is No Death, There are No Dead: Tales of Spiritualism Horror; from ‘Haunt Me’