23 August. Something Is Not Right. There's A Soul On My Windowsill.

i don’t want a job i want to read good books and drink good coffee and get kissed on the neck

“it’s starting to smell like pumpkin spice!”

“it’s starting to smell like scary movies!”

no.

it’s starting to smell like, the snow in the mountains was melting and bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to realize the gravity of our situation.

Lacrimosa, 2020 | Nicola Samori Oil on onyx and Trani stone

To be human.

The coolness of hate turning warm under a tender touch.

Salty tears watering a dried up husk, soft hands soothing aching eyes.

Heart held devotion and tired bitter lies.

Life so fleeting, as swift as a bird. Moments that ground us to roots of this earth.

To be human is run fast and fall, but never to give up and to always laugh at that dizzying gall.

If I had wings I'd learn to swim, for this life is a cliffegde and I won't jump on a whim.

don’t you love when you’re casually reading a random poem and suddenly come across a line that burrows into your bones and becomes the definition of your heart for the next 17 years

I want to be so disgustingly over educated that the second anyone has a question they automatically know I have the answer to it

Entering my Henry Winter era (I have constant migraines and I want to commit crimes)

reading books in Latin, coffee stained papers, piles of books on the desk, spilled ink, wine bottles with a candle stick in it, cherry red lips, a very chaotic mind of new stanzas and creative work. Grecian artwork and statues that crumbled over time. revlon lipsticks and dior blush.

what if richard just died during the whole pneumonia/frostbite plotline. and the rest of the story is followed by him as an unreconciled ghost, haunting and influencing his classmates until he gets a resolved ending to their story at Hampden. when he sees henry's ghost at the end of the novel he's not actually dreaming, he's on the plain of the dead with him where dead souls trap themselves by obsessing over their past lives. and ever since henry died, he hasn't yet moved on to the afterlife; he's been waiting for the moment richard finally lets go of his life on earth so they can leave together. and when richard, after haunting each individual classmate for years, finally accepts there's nothing more left to the fantasy of his greek class other than misery, he decides that he's finally done, and moves on with henry to the afterlife.