#light academia blog
How slow life seems to me,
How violent the hope of love can be.
I had a very childlike rage
And a very childlike loneliness.
Goodbye, my almost lover.
Goodbye, my hopeless dream.
You have known that I love you for so long.
Why do you torture me?
Tell me again about the part
Where grief is not my name.
the feminine urge to make your bedroom walls into a mozaic of everyone and everything you’ve ever loved
teenagehood is really just
*feeling like you dont belong anywhere* *dick jokes* *discovering the wonders of the adult world* *getting overwhelmed by said wonders* *absorbing yourself in nostalgia* *more dick jokes*
was introducing the secret history to my friend the other day and accidentally started by pointing to a picture of the characters on my wall and saying something along the lines of “see those two? theyre siblings in this book and had sex” and now nothing i say can lead her to believe that its a good book