Most Things Are Not As Important As Garlic Bread

One time the councillor in my school gave out to me and started crying because I kept laughing about the time I was almost sexually assaulted by my (arsehole sonovabitch) cousin (who was twice my age) when I was 7.... and when I kept joking about the fact that I went on a “nice” trip abroad for a year when I was 16 and ended up in a war zone and nearly died...I think she needs therapy from the sh!t I told her ToT she wasn’t prepared

i can be at my lowest point and ima still be laughing at something

Spoilers! I flipping love this show

Downton Abbey is wild because the stakes are always either SUPER low or crazy high. It’s like, one episode is, “Who will win the gardening contest at the fair? Is the countess cheating?” And another episode is, “The eldest daughter’s fiancé died in the Titanic, then she hooked up with a Turkish diplomat, her first ever sexual experience, and he DIED IN HER BED DURING THE CONJUGAL ACT, and now she has to move his corpse back to his bed without being of suspected of murder, BECAUSE IT COULD START A WAR, and also if people find out she’s ‘damaged goods’ and she can’t find an advantageous match, her family will LOSE THEIR ANCESTRAL HOME!” Then the show’s like, “A maid wants to become a secretary! Will she beat the odds?”

you know, the more i think about it, the angrier i get about how mainstream media and even people in general treated marie kondo when the life changing magic of tidying up got big. it's just so unnecessary and sad to me and i think the vast majority of people would love what she has to say if they just actually looked into it instead of maliciously memeing her to death? i'm not talking about the cutesy does it spark joy stuff but all the things portraying her as some bizarre evil cleaning dictator.

i actually read her book when i was about twelve years old, in the most shocking and probably only example of me ever being ahead of a trend, and even at twelve i really loved everything she said. at that point in time i lived in fear of my mother's threats that she would come and throw everything away while i was school, and my small and very adhd mind simply could not grasp the concept of "have less stuff". have less of WHICH stuff? how? i'd never actually been taught how to clean my room besides being told "pick up stuff" and "be organized", and as she points out multiple times, cleaning is not an intuitive thing. it's a learned behavior and skill.

anyways. her entire philosophy centers on surrounding yourself with things that you love, and only things that you love (or things that you absolutely need). she explicitly says over and over again that it is not about throwing things away, it is not about minimalism, it is not about "what is the smallest amount possible that you can survive on". she literally has a whole section where she talks about how hard it can be to throw things away when you've lived in poverty all your life and you don't have absolute confidence that you can replace something that you really needed if it gets thrown out, even though you're not likely to ever really need it--you've just been conditioned to think that because that's literally how you survive, when you're poor. she talks about how that mindset can serve and how it can damage. she talks about how minimalism is sort of a rich people thing, cause they can afford to throw everything away.

this woman really came out here and said "i want you to be surrounded by things you love and i'm going to validate your fears and your difficulties in getting to that place" and people somehow got mad at her. i don't understand it

I wish life was as beautiful as these paintings....

أعوذ بالله من أن أكون كَنُوداً، أعُد البلايا و أنسى النعَم

"I seek refuge in Allah from being ungrateful, counting the calamities and forgetting the blessings."

The days just blend into each other like a watercolour painting...

the goldfinch, donna tartt // illustration by instachaaz (ig) // selected poems by frank o’hara // the witcher, netfilx // suffocation, crystal castles c. 2010 // the diaries of franz kafka // diary, virginia woolf

I’m so lonely and emotional right now.... (๑꒪̇⌄꒪̇๑)

where do i sign up to have my imaginary lover snuggle close to my neck while i play with his hair and sing him a lullaby

Magic...

♡ there was a girl, she lived alone with her woodland animals in the middle of the forest, near her small and cozy cottage was crytal river glistening like milion broken stars and her hair were long down to her tail-bone with loose romantic waves that made her look like a dreamy vintage painting. always dressed in doll-like clothes and tied her hair only with satin and silk ribbons. she adored reading and appreciating nature while writing her own poetic pieces in her secret diary. ♡