If Anyone Did This To Me I Would Immediately Fall In Love You

Do i own a violin? Yes

Do i know how to play? No

Did i learn as a child but give it up because “it wasn’t helpful and nobody else played it”? Yes

Do i regret that everyday of my life? Also Yes

i can’t tell is this person is flirting with me or not

actually i can’t tell if two people are flirting with or just being nice

one girl compliments me everyday like yesterday she said i looked like a sunset and if i’m walking slightly behind she’ll turn and wait for me but idk if she’s just being nice ?

and the other person really compliments me when we’re messaging and they’re really nice and message me saying hi or just a picture of them everyday and idk if that’s flirting or just friendship

pls help

Guess What?

It’s Barricade Day so time for another emotional watching Les Mis!

Going through the pile of books to go to charity shops and there’s this amazing kids history one that’s literally like

Give your friend a neolithic burial

How to make a book yours

put your name as well as the place and date you got it on the first page

if it’s a gift - ask the person who got it for you to write a few words on the first page

carry it in your purse wherever you go, until the edges are worn and the pages stained with tea and raindrops

put on lipstick and kiss a page - the first page, or your favourite page, whichever feels right

underline quotes you love, take notes in the columns

dog-ear your favourite pages or use sticky notes to mark them

spray it with the perfume you wore while reading it - scent is one of our most potent senses and this will link the book in a specific time period of your life (might affect your other books though, so be careful and don’t spray the cover)

write down your impressions on the last few pages right after finishing the book

use a piece of paper with some significance as a bookmark and leave it in the book - I like to use art postcards I get from museum’s shops

nvm he messaged me back <3

i hate time

it only moves slow when i actually want something to happen

its been less than 20 minutes since i messaged this guy and it feels like its been half an hour wtf

i didn’t realise how much i would love sixth form at a college especially at one where i didn’t think i would ever go.

i also didn’t think english literature would overtake history as my favourite but it has and i am loving it so much! my english teacher is like one from the films! she just wants us to explore everything we can in poems it doesn’t matter what it is she just wants us to really get them! i’m just letting all of weird ideas about them go and she’s like “amazing! i love it!” aaaggh

why didn’t anyone tell me how good english teachers could be ????

(also it’s my 17th birthday today!)

I really like the word “smitten”. because at first glance you just think of sappy lovey-dovey stuff but also you have to remember this is a word that’s born of the word “smite.” a devastating word. a word that, summarized, means stricken. smitten means stricken as well — struck with devastating affection.

can people pls stop starting conversations on dating apps with ‘hey youre gorgeous/beautiful’ bc how the fuck are you actually meant to reply to that ends in an actual conversation ???????

My brother cracked my rib one morning and gave me half of his orange in the evening.

I remember being younger and sometimes wishing to be a single child, to have all the attention and gifts and time but when he was away from home for the first time, I remember crying and stroking his side of the sofa as if blurting out my first wish- for him to be home, without thinking twice, without a shadow of doubt. Even the genie cried. Growing up with a sibling is like being the only people on a stranded boat, constantly figuring out how you can live with them and questioning how you could ever live without them.

One evening, in a fit of anger, I told him how I never wanted him to be my brother and he yelled that he didn't ask for it either. The air smelled like kerosene and my chest was filled with arsenic. I was raging and threw his favorite toy aeroplane down the window, 7 stories of guilt and shame. He cried all night and I wanted to cut off my right hand, the hand that hurt my baby brother. I didn't know if he was ever going to forgive me or even talk to me. The next morning at breakfast, he didn't look at me or say a word, I felt like my chest was about to explode and guilt clouded my vision. But then, I felt a hand quietly holding half of an orange my way.

The only people on a stranded boat. How do you live with them? How could you ever live without them?

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire