― Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The House Of The Dead

the Dream Synopsis 💭

january is one of those months where you experience every feeling on the human spectrum and you just have to go about your day like that isn't happening

and lives were changed. including the 14 yo me.

CAUSE BABY I COULD BUILD A CASTLEEEEEE

My love is the embodiment

Of the silences that brews in

My bosoms, there's a broken

Wall behind the cathedral, I am

The moss growing through the

Cracks, bare bricks, clothed in

Nostalgia, and there's this stream

That flows, my heart beats to it's

Rhymes and my soul sings a hymn

Violins and strings, unhinged, unseen................

everytimeyousaygoodbye ©

maybe life is all about waking up every day and trying to learn how to appreciate the beauty of the world without allowing the ugliness of everything that has happened to me in the past to interfere with it

𝗌⍺𝗇𝗍⍺ 𝗋𝗂𝗍⍺ ⎯⎯⎯ 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗀⍺ 𝗉𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗈𝗂 ׅ

𓋜 ⍺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 888

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, Song of a Second April