having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer
I miss crying over crushes.
When normal people see green and red together they think of Christmas. When I see green and red together, I think of rivers of blood, the Trojan War, Poetry in the solitary corner of a courtyard, and how no one ever thinks to look up.
The way the Marauders become my number one op during exam season. Like guys, stop being so silly, I don't have time to read about all your shenanigans I need to STUDY.
“i’m not the same as who i was before [x] thing happened to me” does it help to know that you would not have stayed that person regardless
"Even if I see you again, I will never see you again.
-Margaret Atwood
Thank god for these small blessings (fanfiction)
Me when I consume media with a stabbing knowledge that I'll never experience anything as mortifying, beautiful and agonizing as this, with my hands tainted my brain rotted my heart overwhelmed and for my soul to be forever grotesquely haunted ( affectionately )
Fuck drugs. Have you ever been addicted to reading angsty fanfics about Harry Potter's dead parents and their friends? That shit will kill you.
I am so ready to retire (haven't had my first job yet).
I am Marianne and Connell's love child, i have the worst of both of them.
... somehow, this is about Marco and Celia. They're adding these tents to the circus for everyone, but they actually made them for each other.
book dedications are so tender here is this piece of art i made for an audience of thousands. but really every word is for you
like what personal facts and private thoughts should i reveal to my anonymous stranger friends tonight ?!? what a beautiful hobby this is
الانسان لا يتوقف عن الحُب عندما يُجرح
يتوقف عن إظهار مشاعره فقط
I WOULD NOT ONLY LIKE TO THANK GOD BUT ALSO RACHEL GILLIG FOR THESE MASTERPIECES
People used to get together and ask things like "what if we created a circus that's entirely based on things that don't make sense?" and "what if we pitted two super talented magicians against each other and watch them fall in love, knowing they're doomed to be each other's undoing?" and now our biggest concern is the BUDGET for the week and what we're gonna have for dinner
That feeling when the couple you were rooting for is happy, but you're only 70% through the first book, AND it's a duology.
No one gets nemesis and hate-based relationships like V. E. Schwab. Nobody.
It's about the intimacy. It's about the knowing one another even if you don't like one another. It's about how respect doesn't necessarily soften into affection or friendliness. Or conversely, how the deeper the friendship, the more twisted the hate once it's corrupted. It's about your reflection being the most like you but also your polar opposite. It's about having someone who fits the negative space in your life like you fit theirs.
Moment of realization: Kafka was just like any teenage girl trusting her best friend to burn her diary and phone when she dies.
My life is starting to feel like filler episodes.
the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.
I can't imagine how empty she felt on that short walk home, after this hug. I can imagine that she felt full of possibilities, what ifs, and lost opportunities... and the weight of that feels like hollowness.
this will not stop, I have decided
You’re giggling while talking to your boyfriend at 3 a.m., and I’m giggling while reading a 100k+ Marauders fic at 3 a.m... we’re not the same.
"وحديث فى الحب إن لم نقله
أوشك الصمت حولنا أن يقوله"
this app is literally my public private place to talk to myself
My savior
She came to me in a dream
Killed those who hurt me
Said words that moved the pain
Out of my way
you heard of "I love you" "it'll pass" and "I'll go" "and I'll stay", now get ready for "how come no one found me?" "I found you"
Frederick appreciation post: he went through gutting, being shot in the face, losing his face.... and being burned alive.
I wish i had his will to live.