I’ll Never Admit How Badly I Want To Be Wanted. Not Out Loud, At Least. I Read Books And Poetry, And

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?

reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts

"I am fond of lovers but I cannot love, I am too far away, am banished,"

—Franz Kafka, from a diary entry wr. c. January 1917 featured in "Diaries"

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

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

tbh the real advice I’d give to anyone is, do shit alone. go to a museum & go at your own pace & leave the instant you’re done. go somewhere you’ve never been and just wander around, duck into & out of places as it pleases you. linger as long as you’d like.

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵…

the word lover is so infinitely soft. So universal. So timeless. Two girls with awkward, hungry hands. A boy and a girl in the dark. Two men in empty light. A marriage of 40 years. Letters over eons. Sappho’s poems. The corner of a mouth. Lovers, lovers, lovers.

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