“I want you to tell me about every person you've ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn't think you'd live through. Tell me what the word "home" means to you and tell me in a way that I'll know your mother's name just by the way you describe your bed room when you were 8.
See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the bellies of snow? And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms? Or would you leave the snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree?
And if you would, would you notice how that tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek? Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you sleep beside them when they're sad, even if it makes your lover mad? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain?
See, I wanna know what you think of your first name. And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother's joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you tell me all the ways you've been unkind. Tell me all the ways you've been cruel. See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving.
And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other people's wounds.”
— Andrea Gibson
Slacking off in the name of self care is not okay. Sometimes, the best thing that you can do for yourself is push yourself a bit more to secure the future that you've always dreamed of. 🌱 Productivity is self care 🌱
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
whatever was left, that was ours for a while.
sunrise - louise glück
"The old gods may be great, but they are neither kind nor merciful. They are fickle, unsteady as moonlight on water, or shadows in a storm. If you insist on calling them, take heed: be careful what you ask for, be willing to pay the price. And no matter how desperate or dire, never pray to the gods that answer after dark."
- the invisible life of Addie LaRue by V.E Schwab
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.
w e d n e s d a y
Today, I honestly didn't feel like studying. I felt disappointed in myself because the test results got announced and I feel like I failed myself.
However I'm choosing not to dwell on that feeling. I studied quite a bit today and I didn't let my emotions hold me back. I'm pms-ing hard af too. >_<
🌱 Sage green is a world of it's own 🌱
I don't want to live anymore
We are all stardust and stories.
- Erin Morgenstern, The Starless Sea
You threw me to the crows, but it turns out I prefer them to you.
- Madeline Miller, Circe