You Say You Want To Be King - So When I Burn Your Kingdom Down, I’ll Make Sure You’re Still Chained

Blondie - Heart Of Glass

“i prefer to think of poetry, as redistribution of melancholy.”

— from a graffiti on a wall in rome - i might be wrong, but the author did read tsh. that or henry winter is still alive.

Me: this is hamletcore

My therapist: we actually call it clinical depression

Can we all just take a second and recognize how cool it was of Fred and George to just give Harry the Maurader’s Map?

bitches hate me for my earnest whimsy and my pathological degree of avoidant behavior

“I want to write a novel about silence. The things people don’t say.”

—

Virginia Woolf 

(via purplebuddhaquotes)

does anyone want to join my midnight shovel club?  we walk around the streets at midnight with shovels

the fact that time passes and things change and people leave and you can only go back to a place physically and you will never be 14 15 16 again………….. i don’t understand how we are meant to endure that

Even stars die and when they go, they go fiercely.

thoughts #82 | r.m (via rmeisel)