"In The Evening,I Heard You Listening To Music,it Was Hollywood. Cool Music And You Enjoyed It Without

"If you would be a real seeker after truth, it is necessary that at least once in your life you doubt, as far as possible, all things."

— René Descartes

I just think you should sing no matter what you sound like and draw or paint no matter what it looks like

*refuses to look at texts* I love conversation and communication

- Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life.

To the night sky that distract me and keep me going through the darkest of nights:

In the dark of the night

with only the untethered moon and I awake

I look up at her in all her glory and wonder what she thinks of me

Does she think I am valiant or a coward to run away from myself?

She is all I can think about at night

I want to drink moonlight and feel her liquid electric love

I watch the moon grow piece by piece night after night

It goes through seven phases to be called full, whole

It makes me think I grow piece by piece as well

Unveiling myself with every passing night under Andromeda

I have to go through seven phases of life before becoming whole as well

Thinking is overrated

Why would you think about things and make yourself mournful?

I feel like a fugitive to my thoughts when I think because my thoughts are far too wide for my tiny empty head

Kiss my forehead and break me free from this rock like the Chained lady

The moonlight kisses my face

Her beauty intoxicates me and I'm bewitched

See the stars surrounding the moon making the sky twinkle?

They are the precious little things in life, your lights

I ask the moon how much longer I can hold on without crumbling

I think the number of stars in the sky is the answer

Count the starts with me while I trace constellations on your arm

So what do I do when the moon falls and the stars dissolve into nothing?

Do I live by the clouds and sunlight outlining them

Making the sky look like heaven in hiding

Or do I slip away with the moon as it disappears meeting the horizon at its end?

The night falls but she waits a little longer

I wonder if that's her way of reassuring me that she'll always be there behind the silver clouds watching

I open my heart everytime I see the moon shine in all her glory

My heart has been torn out and put back together just to get torn again

Yet I stand looking at the star laced sky waiting for it to be fixed or torn again

tear stitch tear stitch tear

It's put together when she's looking over me and gets torn when she's gone again but I will wait right there for her to come back

Forever and always, hers

being in your early twenties is like [grocery shopping alone] [having instant noodles for dinner] [remembering random details about that one friend you haven't spoken to in five years] [feeling overwhelming guilt for every purchase that isn't strictly "necessary"] [having midday naps] [finding out through facebook that the girl who was mean to you in high school has a husband and a baby] [falling a little in love with every stranger on public transport] [pretending you're not afraid of being alone] [wondering when you'll feel like a fully realized person] [listening to bands you liked in middle school] [blinking and it's suddenly december] [failing to imagine yourself ten years from now] [feeling like you're running out of time]

my favourite trope ever:

two people are relaxing by a lake late at night, their relationship being strictly platonic. one of them smiles, “well this isn’t a bad way to spend my birthday.” the other one is taken by surprise and whispers “you didn’t tell me.” “I didn’t think it was important.” the other one reaches out to the food they brought, finds a cupcake and pretends to light it. “blow the candles and make a wish.” “thankyou for doing this” says the first one. they gaze into each others eyes till dawn breaks.

“The Good Fight” Ada Limón, “Infinite Jest” David Foster Wallace, “Ophelia” John Everett Millais, “Red Doc” Anne Carson, “I wanted to be the knife” Sara Sutterlin, “A primer for the small weird loves” Richard Siken, “First memory” Louise Glück.

Terraced rice field in water season in YuanYang, China

"There is a reason why all things are as they are"

-Dracula, Bram Stoker