Yes, I love deeply. Be it a person, be it a thing, be it a character, if I say I love them it means I love them. And when I love someone, I can be the cheesiest person ever. Like, I would write long, long (unsent) letters to them, make moodboards, or describe their aesthetics, imagine scenarios with them, write poetries or stories based on them or make art or do-whatever-i-can-dedicated-to-them.
But most of the time, I am scared to express these intense feelings to others hence I pour it out on characters. So if a character reminds me of someone I like/admire, he/she has to get ready for a flurry of emotions dedicated to them.
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
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
this couldn't be more true
no one:
me: feels guilty for not reading, yet still doesn’t read
Cosimo di Giovanni de' Medici (detail) by Bronzino
everytime i come back to tumblr it feels like ive opened a long forgotten beautiful book
excuse me... miss? you forgot this. *reaches straight into my rib cage and extracts my entire bleeding heart*
everytime i come back to tumblr it feels like ive opened a long forgotten beautiful book
blood on women is sexy if it’s someone else’s. blood on men is sexy if it’s theirs. hope this helps.
Rainy days ♡
just a lost 18 year old kid in search of something (he/him)
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