“Heartbreak Is Not Always Blood And Crushed Ribs And Waking Up In The Middle Of The Night Because You

Dark academia’s not spending hours and hours studying and doing homework for your uni

It’s spending hours and hours studying and working at topics that are completely unrelated to what you’re doing at uni

“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. you won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. but one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”

—

haruki murakami, kafka on the shore

it makes you stronger than ever

(via astound)

i think there is something sad and beautiful about willingly letting some things happen. about seeing you phone battery dying and not charge it. about letting your schoolbag get soaked on a rainy day. about not fretting when you lose your ring in the ocean. about not trying to stop it when you see a cup falling to the ground. about letting some people go from your life without trying to make them stay

you'll be mad and sad after, but it means you had let that go before it even tried to go away. and i find this sad, but oddly beautiful

This is so true

Alain de Botton // Jon Kabat-Zinn // unknown

" As I leave my childhood home, I want to ask this old house : will you miss me like I'll miss you? Will you wonder how I've changed since I left? Will you keep being my home if I leave my heart behind."

- childhood days

“…There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover’s whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad.”

- Homer, The Iliad

Is it universal truth or guys really stop texting you when they have your attention?

✨~Vibes~✨

Send me 🍓 if I give off feminine vibes

Send me 🍉 if I give off masculine vibes

Send me 🍎 if I give off androgynous vibes

Send me 🍇 if I give off vibes that don’t fit any of the ones above

~✨~

Send me 🌸 if I give off kid vibes

Send me 🌲 if I give off teen vibes

Send me 🐬 if I give off early adult vibes

Send me 🐶 if I give off adult vibes

Send me 🦊 if I give off elderly vibes

Send me 👀 if I give off immortal vibes

~✨~

Send me 🐷 if I give off friendly vibes

Send me 🐸 if I give off hyper vibes

Send me 🦋 if I give off soft vibes

Send me 🍁 if I give off angry vibes

Send me 🐚 if I give off quiet vibes

Send me 🌹 if I give off strong vibes

Send me ⭐️ if I give off a different type of vibe (tell me the vibe!)

~✨~

Send me 🔥 if I give off short vibes

Send me ☀️ if I give off tall vibes

Send me 💧 if I give off medium vibes

~✨~

Send me 🎤 + any other vibes I give off

your hand touching mine. this is how galaxies collide. ― Sanober Khan

― Carolyn Forché / Katatsumori (Naomi Kawase, 1994) / John Berger / Katrien de Blauwer / Hélène Cixous / Bruno Munari / Eli Craven / Sharon Olds / Hart Crane / A Hidden Life (Terrence Malick, 2019) / Mary Ruefle / Robert Bly / Hans Bellmer / Richard Siken / Eli Craven / Cassandra Clare / Katrien de Blauwer / Louise Glück ―

You come home. I welcome you with a kiss. I tell you how much I miss you, you chuckle. We sit on the couch, both holding a glass of wine, watching our favorite movie together. We know exactly what is about to happen, but we still watch it anyway, I think it's safer that way. I look at you, I can't believe you're here. I tell you I love you, you love me too. I never felt so happy in my life.

The movie ends and it's time to go to bed. You wrap your arms around me, tell me goodnight but I am already asleep. You smile to yourself. You have everything you want. You would never ask for more. I would never ask for more.

Another day, we're out. I made sandwiches, your favorite, you say, even though they taste terrible. We start to count the stars, as a joke. How far they all feel. I love you. I don't want you to go.

A new year. You come home. I welcome you with a kiss, and a smile. A strange smile, I may be crying. I can't tell. I put our record on. I take your hand. We sway. We dance slowly. Every night when you come home. In front of the window, dim lights, our song playing.

I love you. Forever. You never leave.

Every night. People of this town tell the story of the girl who dances alone by the window. The world stopped spinning, and the clocks stopped working for her. The girl whom nobody knows, they refuse to. Some pity her. Some accuse her of madness. But no one ever tells her. No one ever tells her that he stopped coming home for a long time.