Sad-chochochip - Oblivious Cashew

Sappho - translation from Anne Carson’ s “If Not, Winter”

everytime i open tumblr, a voice in my head says, "oh i gotta read those books i bought to relate with these posts."

but shortly after another says, "nope!"

my favorite quotes about love

“i’ll take care of you.” “it’s rotten work” “not to me, not of it’s you” -euripides

“it’s not the whole truth. the whole truth is i am in love with him still” -if we were villians, m.l. rio

“if anyone does not believe in venus they should gaze at my girlfriend” -unknown

“heaven help a fool who falls in love” -ophelia, the lumineers

“i will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong” -lemony snicket

“the world is changed because you are made of ivory and gold. the curves of your lips rewrite history” -oscar wilde

“but loving you is a good problem to have” -monster, adventure time

“life is the flower for which love is the honey” -byron

“i know the world's a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home” -panic! at the disco, northern downpour

“where you go i’m going so jump and i’m jumping” -achilles come down, gang of youths

“i can take care of myself just fine. all right?” “no” “what do you mean no?” “no” -dead poets society

“i just want to get groceries i pray you want to get close to me” -groceries, mallrat

sometimes you gotta art yourself beacuse nobody else does :)

is it just me or do everyone delete their posts because the holy spirit slapped some sense into you and you're not the same person you were 10 minutes ago

Shakespeare with these

Lady Macbeth

Mercutio

Hamlet

Horatio

a summer like call me by your name >>

Just INFP Things

Doing stupid or clumsy things because you forgot to pay attention to the real world again; walked into doors, burned your food, maybe ran a red light…

When someone is having feelings in your vicinity, you are having those feelings right along with them, even if you don’t know them or why they’re upset

Art vs. Science

Really wanting to have your life all organized and together, but also being the sort of person who just doesn’t do that

When you look at a thing and it reminds you of another thing but nobody else sees it and you become the “weird” one

Dropping everything you’re doing to Google something you got curious about, or draw an image that occured to you, or in any way indulging a sudden burst of imagination before it slips away and your boring life returns

Having to say “I don’t know how to explain it, it’s just this feeling” on a daily basis to a bunch of blank faces

Nobody seems to appreciate the value of a long walk by yourself

The sensible, logical voice in your head is constantly facepalming at all the stupid stuff you do, even though it told you it was a bad idea

Your best solution to potential problems is “I’ll just take to the woods and live with trees where nobody will care what I do”

“What are you staring at?”, “What are you smiling about?”, “Why the sudden gasp?”

When you’re focused on something important then you start thinking all these other thoughts about the thing and then it snowballs and you realize you have no idea what you were focused on to begin with

“You’re an ode, the most melodic verse

You’re this soliloquy reciting in my head

You’re a Shakespearean sonnet, maybe a burlesque,

The symmetric rhyme I’ll never get

Among these pages of poor words and verses,

One thousand paragraphs would never be enough

To write about you, the most beautiful poem of love”

thinking about Kait Rokowski writing, "nothing ever ends poetically, it ends and we turn it into poetry. all that blood was never once beautiful. it was just red." and losing it