Sky Blue Interior // Other Colors Here

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

the most disorienting thing thats ever happened to me was when a linguistics major stopped in the middle of our conversation, looked me in the eye, and said, "you have a very interesting vernacular. were you on tumblr in 2014?" and i had to just stand there and process that one for a good ten seconds

Winter Recipes from the Collective Louise Glück

But now she loved winter. Winter was beautiful "up back"—almost intolerably beautiful. Days of clear brilliance. Evenings that were like cups of glamour—the purest vintage of winter's wine. Nights with their fire of stars. Cold, exquisite winter sunrise. Lovely ferns of ice all over the windows of the blue castle. Moonlight on birches in a silver thaw. Ragged shadows on windy evenings-torn, twisted, fantastic shadows. The sun suddenly breaking through grey clouds over long, white mistawis. Ice-grey twilights, broken by snow-squalls, when their cosy living-room, with its goblins of firelight and inscrutable cats, seemed cosier than ever. Every hour brought a new revelation and wonder.

Lucy Maud Montgomery, from "The Blue Castle"

miss her

van mccann:

me: [twirling hair in fingers] hehe SO true !

my only mutual follower with sam fender right now is matty healy

I need vans cover of read my mind injected into veins

“Because I am the master of my own fate and I live for chaos.”

— Alice Oseman, Loveless