#books and coffee
A chill but productive study date with a lovely friend of mine in our local library. While she edited a video, I started reading and annotating one of the books from my summer reading list for school. The weather and the library aesthetic reminds me of fall, even though it’s July 5th.
“you cannot change what you are, only what you do.”
— the golden compass (his dark materials, #1) by philip pullman.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
So the dead live on as ideas. Does that make your mind a graveyard or one of heaven’s hallways?
I’ve always liked quiet people: you never know if they are dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.
-John Green, Looking For Alaska.
I guess we all have a little bit of ‘i want to save the world’ in us, but i just want to put it out there that it’s okay if you are able to only save one person and it’s also okay if that person is you.
Movie: Reality bites.
No, YOU are insane. I on the other hand prefer to laugh when the book is funny
Drowning in my sea of melancholy, your montage of chaos
Its always “I love you” and never “I know I am imperfect, but I will humble myself before you because I cannot imagine my life without you, and that is why I wish to marry you”
She was your personalised symphony of chaos, but only I could play your crescendo of despair
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A tragedy (morally grey fictional men) followed by another cataclysmic event (falling in love with every one I read about)
Yeah alcohol’s cool but have you ever waltzed with your enemy in their masquerade ball, their face inches away from yours and their arms wrapped around you tightly? Me neither, pass the bottle
There is something entirely beautiful and utterly heartbreaking about the concept of falling in love.
Its when you hear their laugh and you stare in wonder, speechless that you’re able to witness it. Its when you remember every little detail about them and they’re shocked by it. Its when you wake up and your first thought is whether they had a peaceful sleep or if they woke the entire night. Its when you write them love letters and spritz the paper with their favourite perfume.
But its also watching them love smile with someone else. Its also watching them write love letter to someone else. Its also watching them begin to fade from your daily routine.
But mostly and ever painfully so, its watching them love another while your heart ebbs away just a little more as the cycle of love starts again.
You are my moon, my stars and all my desires
A fixed amount of solvent (my braincells) can only dissolve x moles of solute (every detail in a fantasy universe)
Fictional men written by women being ink on paper is my villain origin story
The calm before a storm; the love before a loss
What do you mean I standing ominously towards a window while I deliver a monologue why we wouldn’t work isn’t flirting
Hate that I only find the fictional morally grey, psychos hot but I must stay true to myself
Your love was always enough for even my most intimate desires