I Accepted Because Mysterious Ladies Offering Bourbon Under The Stars Is Very Much My Aesthetic.

“You have always been the worst of my children,” he said. “Be sure to not dishonor me.”

“I have a better idea. I will do as I please, and when you count your children, leave me out.

- Madeline Miller, Circe

*kisses the inside of your wrist, and proceeds to hold your hand whilst making eye-contact* happy women's day babe.

Death is a strange thing. People live their whole lives as if it does not exist, and yet it's often one of the great motivations for living. Some of us, in time, become so conscious of it that we live harder, more obstinately, with more fury. Some need its constant presence to even be aware of its antithesis. Others become so preoccupied with it that they go into the waiting room long before it has announced its arrival. We fear it, yet most of us fear more than anything that it may take someone other than ourselves. For the greatest fear of death is always that it will pass us by. And leave us there alone.

- Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove

What's meant for you will be all yours at the end. The constellations are in your favour, so my little star-bright, what are you worried about?

To everyone who's going through loss in life, whether it be a person, wealth, your job, your health; it's okay to be vulnerable and to complain 🌻 Just know that this feeling of grief isn't forever and it's all gonna be okay.

I'm proud of you 🌻

And then all of a sudden, it feels like January again, and you're all alone in that blanket of yours, dreaming of sunsets, stardust and peace.

But sorrow is unreliable in that way. When people don’t share it there’s a good chance that it will drive them apart instead.

- Fredrik Backman, A Man Called Ove

But books, like people, die. They die in fires or floods or in the mouths of worms or at the whims of tyrants. If they are not safeguarded, they go out of the world. And when a book goes out of the world, the memory dies a second death.

- cloud cuckoo land

is wanting to vibe under wisteria with my chai and a book too much to ask for?

Memories are a curse; I want to remember you no more.