I Started This One When The First Book Released And I Never Finished. I Glad, Cause This Way I Could

something in me simply can't let me use this blog as freely as i used to do with twitter. maybe it's the fact that there was at least one person who seemed to be interested in what i had to say but i'm going to try and just have this blog to myself. and i feel like this would have some merits, to express your thoughts without anyone you know seeing it. i could even talk here about me still questioning my sexuality and i'm still so afraid to say to any of my friends even a word of it

one little problem is that i still have one exam left that i seriously need to study for but i'm already dreaming of that free time i'm going to have after it. i want to read so many books, i hope to do it soon

i guess i kinda want to get back to tumblr and actually use this blog,, all of the other media just don't seem as comfortable nowadays

and like how do i even know if im aromantic or i just set impossible standards for people that no one would ever meet and see myself as entirely undeserving of love and affection

i am in severe distress. i am vibing. i am king of the world. i am bored. i am lost at sea. i am making coffee. i am foraging in the forest. i am making tea. i am chasing pigeons. i am napping in a chair

i have 25 pages left in this book i'm reading but i feel like i'm not ready for those emotions right now so i read a long fanfic instead but i actually need to go to sleep because of tomorrows early classes

i like studying but i feel like i have so little time now for reading :(

leonard cohen, take this longing

i never ever said it to anyone but no one here knows me so i feel like i can talk about my sexuality questioning and after thinking about it for a few years and changing my opinion a thousand times i feel like i'm homosexual and panromantic and maaaybe also like demiromantic or greyromantic ? something along the lines.

i need to read 5 more books till the end of the year but i honestly can't decide what to pick next. i want to read slowburn but it's never done as i like in books and when i think of it, i realise that i don't even want to read romance. i can't decide on genre and on author and on anything at all because nothing just feels right for me. i want something poetic but it's hard to find poetry that would actually speak to me. i can't trust recommendations because it always feels off and i don't even trust people's opinions anymore. why is it so hard? why do i need to read a hundred books to find the one that would feel like it sees my soul?

i'm marking the moments that make me hate men (even more than before) with blue stickers. there's currently only one unused blue sticker left :/ i didn't even finish the book

life may be sad, but it’s always beautiful.

the son of neptune, rick riordan / encyclopedia of an ordinary life, amy krouse rosenthal / dead poets society (1989) dir. peter weir / romain gary / @arthoesunshine on tumblr / tales from earthsea (2006) dir. goro miyazaki