𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗈𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽 ♡

Attacked.

“The danger with the eloquent poetess is that she might turn herself into a beautiful disaster.”

—

"Never regret thy fall,

O Icarus of the fearless flight

For the greatest tragedy of them all

Is never to feel the burning light."

-Oscar Wilde

Look at your wrist, see the blueish veins? The blood flowing through them contains hemoglobin, a protein that has four iron atoms incorporated into its structure. Iron is only naturally produced in one place, it can only be forged in the core of dying stars.

Every time you look at your veins, remember that you are built from, and kept alive by, pieces of stardust.

Watching percy jackson as an adult is going to be insane because when I was 12, it was super cool for a kid my age to be doing wild dangerous stuff but now it's like you small, tiny BABEY. YOU ARE A CHILD!! but also, you still are a super cool *half God* child and I still do want to see u be a badass doing wild dangerous stuff.

Everything in the rain becomes so much better? Like yes please I want you to take me on a date with the rain. Where there is only one umbrella but ample conversations and it's only there for the sake of holding hands, warm bodies pressed up together; soft breath fanning on my skin. The heady scent of the damp earth enveloping us. The sound of your laughter and the way you throw your head back, your eyes crinkling along with the pitter-patter of the rain and I swear I will fall in love with you if you ask me for a dance near a lone street in the middle of the night and if you press your soft lips to mine, in the cold wet rain. I honestly don't know what I would do.

Kahlil Gibran, excerpts from Sand and Foam [ID in ALT]

Don't be shy, gift me a book and press a flower between the pages ;)

Imagine lending books to someone and they sent you flowers pressed in between the pages.

𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗅 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝗌 𝗎 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗒 ♡

𝗏𝗂𝖺: 𝖾𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗁𝗂𝗅𝗅_𝗓𝗈𝗈

Okay but like I just think about lovers who came before us, before the advent of technology. When they had to yearn for days and days until their next letter and then the feeling of excitement mixed with curiosity whilst promising of secretly meeting them in a dingy place where a million conversations would happen in just a few words while their eyes hold each other captive or sneaking glances at each other in public and the unresolved sexual tension which keeps growing with every second of every minute and if they accidentally touch each other------

gosh where do I sign up?