- Blythe Baird

i don’t think many people realise that “romanticism” has nothing to do with “love”, alone. “romanticism” is literally what keeps so many of us alive. the bright orange rays of the sun when it rises, the rustling of leaves as you walk alone on a windy day or a simple thought of how everyone is the main character in their own lives as you look out of the car window. it’s all about glorifying little acts of everything that exists. looking at the world in a vivid manner or celebrating the exoticism of solitude and the aestheticism of every possible thing in the world. celebrating art and realising that everything you do or see is a part of the history being made. emphasising on every emotion to understand the beauty of it, be it love or sadness. there’s so much going wrong but being a romantic helps you look at the world in the most beautiful way. 

jungkookie and his jin hyung 🥺 

bonus:

the feminine urge to wear a lacy dress and ball dance with my imaginary rival while we are slowly falling for each other but are too stubborn to admit and thus banter >>>>>

my highlight of the day was that i pet a stray cat on my way back from class today <33

“What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.”

— Franz Kafka

I am honestly so supportive of young women and girls who don’t want to present themselves as sexual, whether they’re asexual, sex-repulsed, politically celibate, women who don’t want to feel or be sexy, or women who just don’t want to discuss it. I’m supportive whether this is something temporary or permanent, whatever the reason for it. If sex isn’t liberating for you, that’s great. There’s nothing wrong with that and I’m sorry you’re being sold the lie that you’re repressed and/or unfeminist.

Darcy, wearing a new hat: How do I look, sweetheart?

Elizabeth: Tolerable …

Darcy: Please don’t

Elizabeth: … but not handsome enough to tempt me

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Patroclus: Achilles is so handsome.

Briseis: You’re handsome, too.

Patroclus: I’m not JEALOUS, Briseis. I’m GAY.

― Ernest Hemingway