"fuck You My Child Is Completely Fine"

i loveeeee seeing paintings of men where its clear the artist just absolutely loved men. you know what im talking about? the sort of paintings of men that radiate such warmth and love off them….

Find what you love and let it kill you.

- Charles Bukowski

open up your eyes, shut your mouth and see.

ok so i'm choosing what to read next and the choice lays between 3 books: one of them is a play and the other two are like 1000+ pages long and one is, as people say, is extremely traumatising and i really can't decide

i feel like getting your heart broken could be an interesting experience but i have never even liked anyone so i really don't know what it feels like aside from reading tragic books and listening to heartbreaking songs

“If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.”

-Emily Brontë , Wuthering Heights

One of my favourite pop culture useless pieces of information that I know is the fact that trends in horror movies can tell you about the general fears of the world at any given time in cinematic history.

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

Animated butterflies by Eleanor Lutz ♡

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.