Do you know how much it sucks? Losing a best friend? Like actually losing your other and better half? Losing someone you talked to every day, all the time? Someone you looked forward to talking to regardless of what it was, even if it was a fight? Losing someone you gave everything to, to the point where I have nothing else to give anyone else, when the other person can’t even give you the time of day? Losing the person you’d spend every day with if you could? The one person that made you smile. The person that hurt you a million times, over and over, but you still forgave them and would do it all over again if given the chance. The person you do give anything just to see them more time.
Do you really know?
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Dark Academia Playlist
a little dark, a little whimsical, tunes to make you feel like the main character in a film.
roslyn — bon iver, st. vincent
the secret history — the chamber orchestra of london
les mémoires blessées — dark sanctuary
into dust — mazzy star
clair de lune, l. 32 — claude debussy
show me how — men i trust
eyes on fire — blue foundation
over the moon — the marías
falling asleep with a book on your chest — lullatone
solo — five mile town
tchaikovsky: swan lake — pyotr ilyich tchaikovsky
altogether — slowdive
cigar & a 78 — five mile town
visions of gideon — sufjan stevens
thinking of you — cosmic child
headache — grouper
if i’m asleep — five mile town
dark — daffodils
“We”, I say in reference to a sports team I’m not a part of.
reading noli and fili outside of class; understanding the anger, the ire; wishing that basilio never threw away the lamp
foregoing the tweed and the wool because they’re just not options in this tropical heat
staring longingly at the textile exhibits in the museum: the lovely piña, the beautiful indigenous patterns
never shy about your political opinion because our forefathers didn’t die for this bullshit
trying to find the longest sentence in nick joaquin’s stories for fun
carrying yourself with pride, knowing that the blood of revolutionaries flows through your veins
desperately searching for more of leona florentino’s poems as if your gay life depended on it
“Live as if you were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever.”
(via amargedom)
honestly just holding your hand would make me hella happy
“But only in their dreams can men be truly free. 'Twas always thus and always thus will be.”
— Mr. Keating, Dead Poets Society