if hate is poison then loves the cure

infj. slytherin. scorpio.

[academic-vampire]

𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢

[midnightinshadow]

[juliaxyn]

[academic-vampire]

𝔟𝔲𝔶 𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔰… 𝔡𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔠𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔢

[freshmoviequotes]

Miller's Girl (2024)

[detailed-devilish-soul]

𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊 𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖆𝖒𝖇𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

[mournfulroses]

Dorianne Laux, from a poem featured in Only As The Day is Long: New and Selected Poems

[inkpressedpetals]

[romessence]

[lifeisntfuckiingeasy-deactivate]

Simple

[letsbelonelytogetherr]

— beau taplin

[happyheidi]

Trees before October 1st:

Trees after October 1st:

[elite-kawaii]

Its Spoopy Trees Days!

[uroko]

ハッシー1951

[happyheidi]

sɪʟʟʏ sʏᴍᴘʜᴏɴɪᴇs - ᴡᴀᴛᴇʀ ʙᴀʙɪᴇs

[fairycosmos]

i don’t like how endings in real life come on so suddenly without making sense, without much warning. one minute you’re in the middle of something and the next it’s all a very long time ago and you’re a different person and none of it is ever coming back

[optimistic-nihilist]

[ritikajyala]

I was a gifted child. Until I wasn't. I was the golden girl. Until I couldn't burn anymore.

My parents expected me to build wings of gold and fly further than anyone could ever try. I don't blame them, having a child to raise is like sculpting a clay pot, you can shape it the way you like, paint it the colour you fancy. To raise a child is to play God. To raise a child is to be God.

But to be a child is to fall, to make mistakes, to fail. The thing about being too bright at an early age means you burn out by the time you're 16 and suddenly the world around you becomes more gray and terribly, terribly lonely. The fire is never warm enough, nothing is ever enough. And one day you find yourself begging to a godless sky, begging for a new spark.

I was a gifted child once. I was the golden girl. And one day, I burned out.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

[happyheidi]

Roger Karlsson