My Soul Hurts So Fucking Bad, I Feel Like I'm Being Tormented Everyday That I Am Alive. I Do Not Want

Nobody asked this, but... I love a cottagecore life.

Sadia Hakim

Pardon my foolish heart, but we should go on a museum date

The Darkest Flame

In Twilight hush, shadow play

I wander alone, through thoughts gray

Anger burns within, like a fire untamed

In solitude, I find my darkest self, my heart's deepest flame

In stillness, I hear my hearts beat

A rhythm echoing, through my minds define

A resolve to pursue, the knowledge that's mine.

~thesilentstoryteller

Hide in the moonlight

There are no miracle for me, just my wishes

Hide in the moonlight

I'm not that grand, but it's hard.

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

“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)

“The snow in the mountains was melting and Bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to understand the gravity of our situation.” ― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

TSH spoilers:

I feel like we as a fandom do not talk about Henry’s symbolism in TSH enough. Like, that dude is the literal embodiment of death, and I just think it’s so damn cool. I mean, his whole obsession with language and literature stemmed from the fact that he almost died in a car accident. And then every death we see in the book (the farmer’s, Bunny’s, and his very own) is directly at his hands. The others were accomplices, sure, but Henry’s the one who takes action every time. And in Francis’s failed suicide and Richard’s near death in the epilogue, they both see Henry, not Bunny or Charles or what have you.

Henry is not only obsessed with death, he IS death. He’s the reaper who’s friends toy with their mortality all the time through drugs and booze. The reason they all admire him is not only because of his size and stature and brilliance; it’s because he’s dangerous. If beauty is indeed terror, than he’s the most beautiful of them all. They all have the life preservation skills of a fly, so of course they love Henry. And of course his actions constantly bring them closer to danger and death.

My Secret Study

A hidden room, where shadows play

Fairy lights glow, candles light the way

Old books and vanilla, a scent so sweet

A place to escape, where I can retreat

Big windows show the stormy sky

Rain pounds against them, a lonely sigh

Nature's power, a reminder of my place

A humble student, in a vast, dark space

In this quiet room, I find my peace

A world of books, my heart's release

The occasional flash, a reminder of the night

A cozy sanctuary, where I take flight

~ Originally written by me

@thesilentstoryteller

One of the most difficult things about growth is losing the person you've always been—stepping out of the layers you've always lived in. It's like walking away from your own skin, your own heart, and your own mind. What's scarier is that you can't pinpoint what's going on around you and inside you. You just know that something is constantly shifting, but you can't figure out if it's going to be favourable for you or not. You start seeing the world through eyes you're not used to yet. Some things get brighter, while others only seem to get darker and darker by the second. What scared me the most was that growth calls for a huge change in every aspect of your existence. You don't know yourself yet, but you start knowing the world. You start realising what's good for you and what's not—and that's not a novelty. It's something you realise everyday, but growth brings with it the courage to walk away from everything that doesn't deserve you. And that's hardest part of the process: turning back the story and starting from day one.

simran.