ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏʟᴅ 13 x ʀᴏꜱᴇ ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄꜱ
every morning i wake up & get my coffee & i recite in my head this excerpt from ‘invitation,’ by mary oliver: “it is a serious thing just to be alive on this fresh morning in the broken world.” & i just say it over & over again until it sticks to my mind for the rest of the day. it is a serious thing. i am alive. i am so lucky. this fresh morning i get the chance to live again & again & again
of hurting people, of breaking their hearts and leaving them. it feels like i’m not capable of loving someone for a long time and i can’t do anything about it — i just have to wake up every morning, knowing that my feelings are slowly fading, until one day i open my tired eyes and understang — all i feel is an eternal emptiness in my chest.
‘i don’t love you anymore,’ i say quietly into the darkness.
‘please, stay. we can still make it work. we are a perfect couple. i love you.’
‘no,’ i reply with a cold voice. it hurts, and i can’t handle it. i am sorry. i am sorry. i am so fucking sorry.
i can’t afford to love someone anymore — it would be incredibly cruel to them.
sullen girl, fiona apple/a pearl, mitski
the first snow comes in the middle of october and it’s a harsh winter from november to the end of march, so you have to wear ugly jackets and a million layers of clothes if you want to make it to spring. wanna be aesthetic and mysterious, wearing turtlenecks, a coat and a nice pair of shoes? well, dying of pneumonia is also very romantic. [keep yourself warm, please]
noah's face when charlotte says that he is not her father?? i'm gonna fucking die
ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɪ ʟᴏ-
vanya’s storyline only proves the dangers of heterosexuality. protect yourself. be a lesbian.
oh!! my!!! god!! i relate to this so much! but in my case it's all about russian literature. honestly, i was so shocked when i discovered booktube and da community and found out that some of you guys are reading dostoevsky and tolstoy because you want to and not because you have to do it in order to pass your exams. i still remember reading «crime and punishment» in a couple of nights like crazy because we've had so much to get through in a year. i hated it with all my heart. and it shouldn't be like that. however, thanks to this community i've looked at russian literature from a different perspective. now i really want to reread a lot of books and enjoy reading them instead of worrying about my grades and essays.
When i first found out about dark academia and people learning latin or greek i was lowkey shook?? I didn't know that by greek they meant ancient greek. The fact that people choose to learn ancient greek on their own will while I and other greeks have to study it and take exams all throughout our middle school and high school years is unfair. Education here has a way of ruining everything. Y'all out there reading The Iliad and The Odyssey for fun while we have to analyse and study the whole thing so that later we dont fail our exams. It's all so forced. You have the privilege of free will but it's necessary for us. And I'm not saying i hate ancient greek or anything I'm just saying that if i had the chance to learn it for myself and not to get good grades i would've enjoyed it a lot, a lot more. Because I've tried to enjoy it at school, but the way it's taught is not doing it.
also can we talk about how much i fucking hate them fighting over josh because.... i mean..... josh, really??? girls just make out already, you deserve better than this cheap version of cooking mama
au! where margo is a high king of fillory and fen is her loyal knightess. and her lover.