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
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’ll never admit how badly i want to be wanted. not out loud, at least. i read books and poetry, and i watch films, all about the kind of love that takes your breath away. i want someone to love me. i want someone to wrap their arms around me, to play with my hair, to rub my back. i want to be wanted. i want to be someone’s number one person, their favorite. i want to be the first person they want to tell their good news to. and i can never admit it because if i did, i’d have to admit that i’m terrified i won’t ever be.
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 :(
Nanjing and Hangzhou by 木白-文
“and just knowing that everything will end should not change our plans” IT ENDED AND I DON’T REGRET IT. IT’S TEMPORARY AND IT’S WORTH DOING. HEARTBREAK IS INEVITABLE AND THE ONLY WAY IS TO RUN HEADLONG INTO IT. WE BEGIN AGAIN
i've just rewatched dead poets society and for a favourite movie it sure does a lot of damage on my mental state
“the more that you say, the less i know” is actually about uni lecturers because the more they talk, the more confused i am and the less i understand </3
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.