St. Peter's Basilica.

talking to people and collecting clues in a murder mystery kinda vibe

'The Lady of the Lake' by Walter Scott (published in 1810)

'Secrets of the Stars' by Inez N. McFee (published in 1922)

ー remains of spring

Things of bittersweet beauty:

empty perfume bottles

dead roses

deserted hallways

abandoned buildings

unsent letters

old photographs

My relationship with time is complicated. I either feel like four hours is two minutes or I feel like five minutes is twelve hours. Months don't make sense because some of them feel like they take four months and others don't feel like months at all. I could've sworn I was 16 eight years ago and I feel like I've been alive at least 74 years and this month doesn't feel like January because I'm still in the same mental state as I was in November.

This ain't getting better, Or is it?

I searched for love in the heavens above.

Reading by the window while it rains