it feels weird and sad, you know? when you have shared such giggles with someone that you know everything about them, yet do not know the reason why you fell apart. you know their rainbows, their rain, their sunny days, and their cold winter but now you're stuck in the fall and it feels like autumn is never coming back. the hands that once grooved you to soft beats do not dare to make you smile anymore. and when you read those old conversations, you bury your head in a pillow and call yourself stupid, but the heart still beats. it never stops. time moves quickly slipping out of your hands when you read their words, and you keep reading. you want time to slip letters under your door by their name and you want autumn, and you want to be that stupid again because you realize stupidity is not fun unless there's a person to prove that it's not stupid to love someone.
enigma
“the literal meaning of life is whatever you’re doing that prevents you from killing yourself”
- Albert Camus
there is something about coffee that makes it so soothing to the soul
🌸 Kawaii Shop 🌸
going out today to get some classics from the bookstore. i would usually spend my weekends doing backlogs but i wanted to reward myself for getting really good grades last quarter :>
ordered a customizable spotify plaque for more dark academia vibes
"the skeleton flower is a white flower that turns translucent when it rains"
'Amicus Plato — amicus Aristoteles — magis amica veritas.'
"Plato is my friend - Aristotle is my friend - but my greatest friend is truth."
Isaac Newton, Quaestiones quaedam philosophicae
from Vahan Teryan's letter to Antharam Miskaryan (translated by Tathev Simonyan)
I am that clumsy human,
always loving, loving, loving.
And never leaving.
Nikki Giovanni, The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998