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oh haven’t you heard???? things will get better and you will be okay
someone said ‘the version of me you created in your mind is not my responsibility’ and wow
the thought of someone drawing me or writing about me is so insane. imagine someone caring for me so much that they immortalize me in their art
books and studio ghibli movies are the only things keeping me on this wretched planet amen
“You know me now. I’m only good at beginnings.”
― Allen Ginsberg
No offense but life is all about reading books, kissing girls, being nice, and eating strawberries
long has paled that sunny sky
echoes fade and memories die
autumn frosts have slain july
Strolling aimlessly in a bookshop is selfcare
yeah libraries are cool but have you ever found a library with a secret doorway disguised as a bookshelf that leads to a smaller, hidden library filled with ancient books full of mysteries and forgotten knowledge? me neither and i'm sad about it
a study desk placed right in front of a large window with a clear view of a blooming garden is all i need right now.
I think I’m going to start writing letters and leaving them in random places for people to find.
It seems I’m falling in love.
waking up to the sunrise every morning. you pull on a cosy sweater and wrap your hands around a cup of tea, walking through the dew on the grass. your pyjamas brushing around your ankles as you lean down to pick a fresh strawberry from your patch - the sweetness from the first bite consuming your senses for a second. the birds fill the air with their melodies and you feel at peace for the first time in forever.
I want soft things. Soft things that are the same time dark. Like victorian dark, not morbid dark. I want to recieve mail. I want to wear soft socks. I want to live and work in a library all day. I want to know a library like the back of my hand. I want to be left alone but I also want to be noticed. I want to cram books in a bookshelf that cannot take more. Then because the bookshelf is full, I want to line books by the bed. Then the study table. Then the window. I want to walk in the mornings across mossy dewy cemeteries. I want my bag to be heavy with books. And a diary with messy writing. I want to press leaves between pages and find them years later. I want to wear flannel. And soft sweaters. I want to visit art galleries, museums. Antique stores. I want to fill my apartment with wooden furniture. I want plants. I want tea in the evening in my balcony as the sun sets and the city turns pink. I want to stand in the sun, taking in the morning light.
2.12.19 // vaguely wintery library days
Life is about eating warm bread and biking to the library and making friends with bugs you find in the yard!
Entering the Kingdom by Mary Oliver