I asked the universe to fall in love And the universe answered First I fell in love with the dirt beneath my feet Molding itself around each step I planted Then I fell in love with the growing seeds, brushing against my ankles Even the weeds didn’t hold me back, for I loved them too Next I loved the sea, crashing against my kneecaps with fury and grace With each cold wave I was reminded of the warmth in my breath After that I loved the air, pushing me forward And forcing my stubborn gaze upon a new horizon Finally I looked up, and loved the sunlight Shining on my skin, nourishing a glow no one else could replicate Soon after, I met you I remembered how wonderful it felt to love And thought, perhaps, it might feel just as good to love you I asked the universe to fall in love And the universe answered I saw your disgust at the mud paths I walked along As you criticized the thorns prodding my ankles When the sea crashed a little too hard, you did not attempt to lift me up But instead only showed your strength to pull me away from the wind’s current Then, I found that when I looked to the sky, the sun no longer shined the way it used to Instead it lay dark, covered by a single greedy cloud So I decided not to love you For as much as I loved to love And tried to love The universe answered And the answer was no
(a.e.)
in this house we love p4perback
That one Remus Cosplayer. Yeah he’s my roman empire
It’s not always necessary to be strong, but to feel strong.
Jon Krakauer, Into the Wild (via the-book-diaries)
Real life was something happening in her peripheral vision.
Rainbow Rowell, Fangirl (via the-book-diaries)
“pro: a solid start to ending all rights” damn they aren’t pulling punches
I was thinking how amazing it was that the world contained so many lives. Out in these streets people were embroiled in a thousand different matters, money problems, love problems, school problems. People were falling in love, getting married, going to drug rehab, learning how to ice-skate, getting bifocals, studying for exams, trying on clothes, getting their hair-cut and getting born. And in some houses people were getting old and sick and were dying, leaving others to grieve. It was happening all the time, unnoticed, and it was the thing that really mattered.
Jeffrey Eugenides, Middlesex (via the-book-diaries)
are u joking me
“what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger” no actually what didn’t kill me made me weird with intimacy
“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”
I'm a writer, a reader, and a lover of a whole lot of things. Welcome to what brings me happiness.AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/ravenclawstearoom/profileCurrently Writing: The Sun and the Moon.
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