When Worlds Collide

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

«everything repeats itself, as none of us are prepared to let go» 

i am not. i am not prepared to let go.

i have finished the final season of dark an hour ago and now i’m sitting in my kitchen, eating chocolate pudding and crying my eyes out. i am so happy that i’ve had a chance to be a part of this journey. and what a journey it was! i was sad, i was happy, i was angry; i felt excited, i felt betrayed, i felt hopeful. i didn’t like every character. but i loved each and every one of them. they are different. they have unique stories. they make terrible mistakes. they learn and change. they feel incredibly human. i’ve been a part of this story since the first season came out, and letting it go seems very painful. starting watching every next episode felt like i’m making a step closer to some sort of weird emptiness. i’ve finished the last episode — what am i supposed to do with my life now?

the ending was so bittersweet. when jonas and martha realized that they are a glitch in the matrix, when they were erasing their own existence, it felt like losing a part of myself. they wanted to live. they wanted to be happy. they wanted for all of this to finally come to an end. and they had to pay a price. but, honestly, seeing everyone in the original world being so happy, seeng everything being exactly how it should be made me sob and shake. it felt like all of this was worth it. nothing is in vain.

i am not prepared to let go yet. but i think i will be. maybe, in 33 years.

noah's face when charlotte says that he is not her father?? i'm gonna fucking die

I don’t want a degree anymore I want a nap

ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴏʟᴅ 13 x ʀᴏꜱᴇ ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄꜱ

my grandma's apartment screams light academia and i'm living for it.

claudia: you still have no idea how this game is played

me, who also has no idea how it is played: yeah adam you fucking idiot

alt!magnus really said fuck capitalism so we have no choice but to stan

“You want to protect her, I know. So do I. And I will. After you were killed.” Elisabeth and Noah | Dark

[oh how fast the evening passes

cleaning up the champagne glasses]