“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”
- Sylvia Plath
late nights in the country house
in my mind Henry finished the translation of Paradise Lost and Richard found it in the glove compartment of Henry's car after his death
no because henry winter would never
It's all about the smallest things. The smell of coffee and the warm feeling, when the sunshine touches your skin while it's freezing. Simple.
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.
I’m at the “we’ll see” stage in my life. With everything and everyone. We will see.
(n.) the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are
so unfortunately college isn’t just about performing ancient greek rituals with your friends
Do you think that while Francis is a very careful driver because he's anxious and overly preoccupied with his safety, Henry instead drives fast and recklessly because he never really valued his life that much and doesn't even care about getting hurt
The urge to learn every language and play every instrument and travel the world and live through every historical time period and be a writer and a poet and an actor and
Perhaps I romanticize this state of loneliness so much that it becomes too beautiful.
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