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reblog 4 an archive moodboard
u don't have to be following me
It begins with your laughter: a light, ecstatic feeling in my chest, an answer to a question I never asked, and me, a clock slowly falling behind, forever chasing the time it can never quite catch. Then comes the guilt when you speak my name. A thumb hovering over these text messages, that I never sent because they will hurt you, -- but I'm hurting, too, when you blame me for the oxygen that I steal, for all these wounds that just won't heal. Condemning the marks these nails left in my hand, but let's not forget that you were the one that put them there. Preaching this toxicity of the heart like you're the victim, while you're burning me at the stakes. My bones taking forever to burn; My ashes forever caught in your lungs, beneath the lips that spoke these words, that taught me how to burn in the first place. It ends with the memory of someone I once knew. An imprint, forever on my heart. The dirt that's never coming off.
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“Like the generations of leaves, the lives of mortal men. Now the wind scatters the old leaves across the earth, now the living timber bursts with the new buds and spring comes round again. And so with men: as one generation comes to life, another dies away.” ~ Homer, The Iliad
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summer plans: go to malaysia to pay my dues; southern spain and bits of portugal; then ROME ROME ROME ROME ROME ROME ROME
i want to go to rome so BAD !! send me pics x
place: the pool / the park / the cinema / the concert
drink: iced tea / lemonade / milkshake / cocktail
plant: bonsai / cactus / fern / aloe
colour: mustard / evergreen / plum / sky blue
city: thira / hyderabad / aachen / seville
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Define your personal aesthetic. I have a tag for this! I can’t really say what my personal aesthetic is, but I can tell you the aesthetic I strive for: I really like Audrey Hepburn’s style. I like florals and pastels, red nail polish, loose hair, dewey skin. I think I’d prefer to have a classic sort of style than to follow trends and natural-looking makeup seems to be the only thing I’m capable of, sans a bold lip.
hello darling i just want to let you know that my boyfriend is going to do a degree in film and he loves it; equally, my best friend wanted to do a degree in film but ended up doing literature and she loves it. please know that your happiness is your own!!! i'm sure you'll enjoy whatever you do :)
thank you so much for this, these are the types of words I need to hear. hope you have a marvelous day full of love and kindness ✨
9, 10 & 21 :)
9: fiction or non-fiction or both? in what ratio? where do you draw the line between the two? it’s fiction that holds my heart. i do like non-fiction, but it has to be written very compellingly, almost like a story, for me to stay invested. story is just everything to me. as such i rarely read non-fic, even though so much of it is important.
10: the book(s) you bought because the cover was pretty, and whether it was worth it: magic of blood and sea by cassandra rose clare - yes, an adventurous and completely unique sea-soaked romp; les liaisons dangereuses by laclos - also yes, who doesn’t love morally bankrupt french aristocrats?; air awakens by elise kova - no, it’s written pretty badly, especially as the series goes on.
21: the book you gave up on, and the reasons why: most recently, the guns above by robyn bennis. the concept is amazing, something i think a lot of people here would love - airships in the napoleonic era, one led by a female captain fighting against all odds - but the voice was so blustery, and i just couldn’t connect to it. i wish i could have.
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