this entire blog is simply just a compilation of my soul yearning
this is unfair. it’s always, “hi, how are you?” and never, “you have bewitched me, body and soul, and i love, i love, i love you. and wish from this day forth never to be parted from you” :(
"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all."
-Oscar Wilde
“Do you think it’s funny that both of our favourite memories are about the people we like the least now?“ I ask. "Maybe that’s why we dislike them,” she says. “The distance between who they were and who they are is so wide, we have no hope of getting them back.”
― Nicola Yoon, The Sun Is Also a Star
Karyl McBride, Will I Ever Be Good Enough? Healing the Daughters of Narcissistic Mothers
Julius LeBlanc Stewart (1855-1919), The Baptism, 1892, oil on canvas, 201.3 x 297.5 cm. Los Angeles County Museum of Art
Ayderdagevi on Instagram
book: it’s called they both die at the end
they both: die at the end
me: oh my god i didn’t see that coming
“Just because you can feel another person’s emotions doesn’t make you responsible for them.”
— Sarah Brooke
Times Square, 1978.
Fariha Róisín, How to Cure a Ghost