Poem: If Words Could Find My Soulmate

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

everytime i come back to tumblr it feels like ive opened a long forgotten beautiful book

“All I want is a connection in which I receive the same amount of effort as I put in. For once, I don’t want to be drained because I give my everything to someone who can’t even appreciate me.”

- 3am overthinker

Judge me all you want, when I become a writer you’ll know. I’m not leaving this world without making an imprint on it. Mark my words.

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

Faceless bodies → Whisper of the Heart (1995)

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!"

Tumblr is the safest place to post rants and whinings cause zero acquaintance, zero expectation. Actually, it's not about 'expectations' but more about 'vulnerability'