"Your Worst Sin Is That You Have Destroyed And Betrayed Yourself For Nothing."

the feminine urge to just want to run away to the Scottish highlands and listen to Hozier all day and write poetry and read classics

nobody talks about the fact that you can have all this crazy shit in your head, and want to open up and talk about your feelings but no matter what, you just can't make out the right words and properly put your thoughts and emotions into words

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the combination of the smell of books and the sound of rain…absolute perfection.

“And perhaps it is the greater grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone. [...] When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.”  🩸

“In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun.” 🌻

Two souls, reunited.

(quotes from Madelline Miller's The Song Of Achilles)

this blog is my diary it's my sketchbook it's stuff on my bedroom wall it's a pdf it's an unpublished novel it's a collage. it's all of these things

Therapy is too expensive but i can afford rain

i need a man to be as obsessed with me as rigel wilde is with nica dove as badly as i need air

Exactly same yaarrrr!!!

Me to me here we go againnn😚💁🏻‍♀️😩

The Desi urge to wear the prettiest outfit with jhumkas and bindi with hair open and just play 'sawar loon' while doing it and romanticize every moment 😩😩🤲🤲

every book i read generates a new personality

"fuck you my child is completely fine"

your child reads classic literature for fun