#happysops

[happysops]

She thought, that she Could stop wearing masks. But it turned out for her, To open her closet. "Which one to disguise the fear of being broken?" She thought, while her fingers touched One mask. The happiest mask she owned. She put it on her face, Pressing her tears Onto her skin.

s.m.p., hiding

[thepaige-turner]

Hi! I’m really into vinyl and I want to buy my own record player. I saw that you owned a Crosley, could you please tell me if it’s worth buying or not? How is the sound? I read some reviews on the Internet and the opinions are mixed, so I’d like to have your opinion as well! Lovely blog by the way and I’m happy to see that you’re as much into Pink Floyd as I am! What’s your favourite album?

Hi!! Sorry for my late response, sometimes I don’t get notifications that someone sent me an ask

I love my Crosley! I think the best thing about it is that it’s cheap and it plays really decent sound out of the speakers and into headphones (if you’re so inclined to sit right by it and blast music into your ears. You hear a lot more of the pops and scratches that way which I personally love). 

My boyfriend’s brother has one of those floating record players and I know they’re much more expensive and the sound is supposedly better, but I haven’t personally listened to a record on it. Crosley’s are much more portable and can close the lid which is also important to me because I hate getting dust on the turn table and that really protects it. 

So, I think ultimately it depends on how much money you want to spend and perhaps what kind of aesthetic you’re going for and obviously the sound quality but I think Crosley’s are more than fine!

YAY!!! Another Pink Floyd fan! I haven’t thought about them in ages, but Dark Side of the Moon is definitely my favorite album (followed by Wish You Were Here). I love that era of the band, and the whole experience of the album is just *chefs kiss*. What’s your favorite album?

[kat-from-minasmorgul]

Hi! I just wanted to say that I love your book photography, it’s gorgeous. Have a lovely day 🥰

I‘m seeing this just now omg thank you 😭 this means so much to me!!!

[happysops]

She dared to dream again, After recollecting the pieces of a broken heart. She found something new. Something she wanted to protect, With everything she had. Her heart, her body, her soul, She gave them all. It glued her fragile heart. Her heart became stronger. She started loving again. A pure type of love. She was too happy. Then one day, Life decided to test her. "How much can she handle?" Life thinks while sprinkling tears On her cheeks. An illness was not good enough. It needed more, to compromise. Her safe place was its aim, Because her greatest strength would be turned into her greatest weakness, Life thought. Since then she did not dare to Dream again.

s.m.p., "turn your pain into poetry" - Life

[happysops]

It is okay. You will be okay. It may not feel like it now, but eventually it will. You may feel like you are losing your sanity to insanity, you may feel overwhelmed by the sea of anxiety, you may feel like you are drowning in a river of self doubt and you may see a world of darkness ahead, but these are in your head. It is okay to not feel okay and to lose yourself, as long as you know the days will lighten up again, just like the sun greets you after a long dark night.

s.m.p., the sanity returns, I promise

[happysops]

"I want to run away from my thoughts painted by anxiety", the girl said, while wiping away her delicate tears. She is being haunted by ghosts, the so-called voices in her head. They know her insecurities and use them all against her. She prays for moments of peace, but the shadows consume her from time to time. Even though she cannot see anything in the dark at times, she tries to create small points of light on her own, the stars which enlighten the darkness. That way she will manage; she will survive.

s.m.p.

[happysops]

He was like a mirror. The love I showed was the love I received.

s.m.p.

[happysops]

As she said her words, And took them into consideration, She felt her heart tearing apart. Do not overthink, he said. But this was not overthinking. This was her gut feeling.