when they say “you’re hot” but kafka said “you’re the knife I turn inside myself” like do better
we're not kids anymore.
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when they say “you’re hot” but kafka said “you’re the knife I turn inside myself” like do better
when will life start being lowercase instead of being autocapitalised
my parents were like im going to make a daughter that is so beyond help
Thinking about the countless times art and music and cinema and literature have saved and comforted me during difficult times i really owe my happiness to everyone dedicated to their craft
The devil himself could walk up to me and I would instantly admire the way flames in his eyes melt my vodka tonic.
-why must I always see the good in destructive men
— To a Young Poet, Mahmoud Darwish (translated by Fady Joudah)
[text ID: A poem in a difficult time / is beautiful flowers in a cemetery.]
L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
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I already knew from the beginning that you wouldn’t choose me but that didn’t stop me from loving you genuinely because deep down in my heart I silently hoped that in between those late-night talks, those ‘I love you’ and my constant validation of your emotions, you’d finally see me and feel at home. It was nothing but an almost.
“Some people would rather live in a hell they’ve got used to than in a paradise they’ve never experienced before.”
— Urania Sarri
"We cling to music, to poems, to quotes, to writing, to art because we desperately do not want to be alone. We want to know we aren't going crazy and someone else out there knows exactly how you're feeling. We want someone to explain the things we can't."
- Unknown
my blog is for girls who can't get over anything in life
Have you ever really thought about how when you look at the moon, it’s the same moon Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and Van Gogh and Cleopatra looked at.
I blog for the girls who cry on their birthdays and lose a little bit of themselves during the summer months
The art of letting go.
hey (with the intentions of)
the only way to make living bearable is to romanticize it I guess