It’s Okay To Feel Lost. We Don’t Always Know Where We’re Going Next.

“I’m not wise at all. I told you, I know nothing. I know books, and I know how to string words together—it doesn’t mean I know how to speak about the things that matter most to me.”

~ André Aciman , call me by your name

romance? like in those hozier songs? you know that’s not real, right?

ye bhi mazaak hi toh hai

fuck hustle culture i love not doing anything. i love not getting out of bed i love being late i love not working when im at work and i love watching time dissapear like it’s afraid of me

does anyone else constantly get the feeling that you’re running out of time?? and for no reason!! i could be lying in bed in the middle of summer vacation and my mind is like “hurry up!!! before it’s too late!!!” and i’m just like “hurry up and do what?? leave me alone wtf!!!”

Faceless bodies → Whisper of the Heart (1995)

Berserk (1990) Illustrations: Kentaro Miura

So,

This is based around 19th century,

Im a just a son of this well known, rich person. And i go to a ball with couple of my companions (like Pride and Prejudice).

So i was standing beside the dancing area...

I saw, this really astonishing, most wonderfull, beautiful lady i saw (even in IRL). Presumably i was handsome, i invited this lady for a dance. (Why not?) And after that i didnt even know when 2 hours passed, dancing with her. She has these really deep brown eyes, sparkling with lights of candles and all the lights around us. the dress, blue like ocean or a sky. Her hair, mud-colored and her fragrance, all these things to die for. We kept dancing & dancing i was with her and she was with me, but i was mostly in her eyes, browsing through her emotions like, pain, sorrow, oppression and repayment. But i ignored them and kept dancing. i was also ignoring the faded view of surrounding at that time i can only see us, only us. I thought the red stains her blue oceanic dress was just a mere mirage. As i kept dancing she too seemed like she was fading and i was struggling to clinge to her last reflection. I closed my eyes, thinking that its just an illusion, hoping that everything will become back as while i was in her eyes. I opened my eyes but all i could see was that bright, effervescent chandelier, just like her earrings

i support the whole dont romanticize coffee addictions movement but someone should’ve told this to 13 year old me watching gilmore girls for the first time because so much shit could’ve been prevented