e.

“Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not” (she/her)

[russiawave]

Белые ночи в Ленинграде. 1972 год.

[love-personal]

[distrakcija]

5.11.

Belgrade, Serbia.

[jjasinski]

[deadpoetsstuff]

“So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm still trying to figure out how that could be.”

~ Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower

[marctanphoto]

[greeksblog]

And if the devil was ever to see you,

He'd kiss your eyes and repent.

[lilllium]

—Salvador Plascencia, from The People Of Paper

[arventoo]

Belki de sevgin bir yanılgıdan ibarettir.

[defiantely-deactivated20181027]

[queenmoriarty]

book depression - when you have finished reading a book you were excited about and now you are aware that you already know the content of it and reading it a second time will never be the same experience and impression as when you read it the first time

[blacktwiste]

T H E A T L A S S I X

-by @olivieblake

“Because the problem with knowledge is its inexhaustible craving. The more of it you have, the less you feel you know. Thus, men often go mad in search of it.”

[thewildetyme]

why would i go to therapy when i could just buy books?

[guzaarysh-deleted-deactivated20]

i just want someone to tuck my hair behind my ear and place a soft kiss on my neck. is that too much to ask for?

[dream-a-lovely-waking-dream]

To Beatrice- Darling, dearest, dead.

For Beatrice- My love for you shall live forever. You, however, did not.

For Beatrice- I would much prefer it if you were alive and well.

To Beatrice- My love flew like a butterfly, until death swooped down like a bat. As the poet Emma Montana McElroy said: "That's the end of that."

For Beatrice- You will always be in my heart, in my mind, and in your grave.

For Beatrice- When we met my life began. Soon afterwards, yours ended.

For Beatrice- When we were together, I felt breathless. Now you are.

For Beatrice- Summer without you is as cold as winter. Winter without you is even colder.

For Beatrice- Our love broke my heart, and stopped yours.

For Beatrice- When we first met, you were pretty, and I was lonely. Now, I'm pretty lonely.

For Beatrice- Dead women tell no tales. Sad men write them down.

For Beatrice- No one could extinguish my love, or your house.

For Beatrice- I cherished, you perished, the world's been nightmarished.

[strawbeb]

sometimes when i do things by myself… it’s because i want to. trust me, i’m perfectly fine enjoying my coffee, or i was until you decided to disturb me.

[bruwho]