Falmorrune - Rainy Day

“I’d spent so long trying to fit in, trying to be someone I wasn’t, that I had no idea who I was any more.”

— Dorothy Koomson, The Rose Petal Beach

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vanessa Bell written c. August 1908

There’s something so bittersweet about August.

About trying to savour those last little bits of the summer. Of the constant ache in your chest. The sunshine. The uncertainty.

I drive by so many empty childhood homes. They look the same, but there’s a solemn silence. You used to live there, remember that? I do.

The summer is ending. The leaves are changing.

But as always, August comes and goes, and with it so do I.

I embrace it, and I embrace you. Crying, and laughing, and saying goodbye with a smile.

(Maybe) I’ll see you again next year

Sincerely,

A girl homesick for a place she hasn’t left yet

Dejaré de creer en la bondad del corazón humano hasta que el mismo ser humano me demuestre lo contrario.

I will stop believing in the goodness of the human heart until the same human being proves me otherwise.

I want to die.

But, I'm not gonna try to kms

Too much commitment

being in your twenties is like I should've k*lled myself but now it's too late

i am no longer available for things that make me feel like shit