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From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone.

-Edgar Allan Poe

withastorytotell

The problem with being too much is not knowing where to put it and how to hide it. When I was in grade 5 I had a friend. I loved her enough to want her to have all of the world that I knew and had. I didn't have much, but on her birthday, I wanted to give her a big gift. So I took a pink shoe box although I didn't have much to put in it and put in the best of the things that I had. Despite them being used, I wanted her to have them. A beautiful key tag, a colourful pen, a card, an artificial flower and a lot of old things. My mom took one look and gave me a lecture that it's not appropriate to give old things as birthday gifts. But it was everything that I wanted her to have and everything that reminded me of her. It was all I had. I couldn't ask mom to buy me things when I knew she had it hard. So I hoped for the best and gave the gift I put together to my friend. I felt proud to see her smile at the big box in spite of my overwhelmed broken heart. Because I wanted her to have the best but I could not give her the best. I could only give her all I had. It was things like this that made me inappropriate. I cared too much, I wanted to give a lot, I wanted to solve your problems and feed you tasty home made dishes and hear your opinions and ideas and difficulties but it was nosy, unnecessary, overwhelming, serious, boring, elderly, over-sensitive, fragile, problematic and all the terms that they used to put off my strongest of feelings. I was simply too much, although that made them happy they didn't want that normal. Not too often. So I hid it. I grew tougher, stronger and even though I was too much and i hid it well, I still wrote my friends love letters with essays too long which I could only send on their birthdays and hope I put it in a safe place

lenucciaurl

genuinely will kiss anyone who reads this book. on the lips. do it

vanillaohlin

“Art is to console those who are broken by life”

— Vincent Van Gogh.

dark-academia-quotes

“...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?”

― Vincent Willem van Gogh

I need a hand which holds mine and lips which say "everything will be alright" but when I don't, I become those.

moonstoast

—longing for love

what i could never confess without some bravado by emily palermo // nickie zimov // homosexuality by frank o’hara // normal people (2020) // the unabridged journal by sylvia plath // holly warburton

stlowens

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals

midnightcerealblog

Goodbye Austen girl summer, hello Brontë girl fall

ahsung

Woong. I have a question. Are we dating again?

OUR BELOVED SUMMER (2021) dir. Kim Yoon Jin

kdramadaily

Not my current dad. My real dad. Of course he was teasing me. He told a little kid to lie down and count to the top floor. I didn’t even know how to count then. I kept repeating one and two then I eventually got back up. When I did, my dad was gone. -Woong-ah… Isn’t that funny? How could he abandon me like that?

OUR BELOVED SUMMER (2021)

I'll crave and cry for that one book which is not on my shelf when I have hundreds of unread good books which I really want to read. But I'll be like, 'My life won't be good/fulfilling until I have that one book in my collection.' Even though I know I won't be reading it anytime soon....Why am I like this? Btw that one book for me rn is 'The Invisible Life Of Addie Larue'.

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