#journal excerpt

[prosebyday]

This time of year is like a hall of mirrors, a haunting time of reflection.  I can’t look away from my past, everywhere I turn it stares me in the face, reminding me of where I was last year, 2 years ago, 3, 4, 5 – all the possible futures I envisioned and watched crumble. Oh, how things change. I am unrecognizable. 

Hall of Mirrors // Grazia Curcuru

[wehavewords]

“I have not written enough lately, and therefore have been less calm and less reasonable.”

Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 3 (1923-1927)

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

Tuesday, 28th May 1918

"We had the best display of flowers yet seen — wall flowers in profusion, columbine, phlox, & as we went huge scarlet poppies with purple stains in them. The peonies even about to burst. There was a nest of blackbirds against the wall. Last night at Charleston I lay with my window open listening to a nightingale, which beginning in the distance came very near the garden. Fishes splashed in the pond. May in England is all they say — so teeming, amorous, & creative."

~ Virginia Woolf, The Diary of Virginia Woolf, vol. 1 (1915-1919), ed. Anne Olivier Bell

[agroterablog]

my current diary ! (#4)

descriptions/explanations :

pic 1 : front cover of the diary. it's from a bookshop in oxford where they would recycle old books into notebooks (its called "about blanks" if you want to look it up), so you can get very original looking notebooks, very cool ! on it, i stuck a doodle that i did in class and a thing for botany.

pic 3 + 4 : christmas+trip to london

pic 5 : long rant abt my insecurities and even maybe imposter syndrome type thingy ?

pic 7 : MORE insecurity lol sorry and a nightmare

pic 8 + 9 : trip in a camper-van to brittany

edit : i've edited the last two pic bc it was difficult to see the crayon drawing :/

[twoheadedmoons]

finally got around to making a spread in my journal for obsession 11/10 movie

[aquiescentmoon]

Too shy to share my journal, so a replica of it!

[sacrificedivinity]

Sometimes I wish I could take off my skin and let my insides breathe. To take out my heart and allow it to deflate slightly. I wish I could watch my heartbeat for a moment. Maybe then, I'd never want it to stop. I wonder if I even want the things I think I do. Perhaps I don't want anything other than to be here on earth. Would that be enough for me?

[elizxbethcore]

My efforts will go to waste

Along with my flesh

But my bones will persist

What are my bones made of?

- My Marrow 🩻 // IG: elizxbethcore