Sometimes I Think About Gay People Who Lived Centuries Ago Who Thought They Were All Alone Who Imagined

«everything repeats itself, as none of us are prepared to let go» 

i am not. i am not prepared to let go.

i have finished the final season of dark an hour ago and now i’m sitting in my kitchen, eating chocolate pudding and crying my eyes out. i am so happy that i’ve had a chance to be a part of this journey. and what a journey it was! i was sad, i was happy, i was angry; i felt excited, i felt betrayed, i felt hopeful. i didn’t like every character. but i loved each and every one of them. they are different. they have unique stories. they make terrible mistakes. they learn and change. they feel incredibly human. i’ve been a part of this story since the first season came out, and letting it go seems very painful. starting watching every next episode felt like i’m making a step closer to some sort of weird emptiness. i’ve finished the last episode — what am i supposed to do with my life now?

the ending was so bittersweet. when jonas and martha realized that they are a glitch in the matrix, when they were erasing their own existence, it felt like losing a part of myself. they wanted to live. they wanted to be happy. they wanted for all of this to finally come to an end. and they had to pay a price. but, honestly, seeing everyone in the original world being so happy, seeng everything being exactly how it should be made me sob and shake. it felt like all of this was worth it. nothing is in vain.

i am not prepared to let go yet. but i think i will be. maybe, in 33 years.

marina 23/ kady 40 “So, darling, how about little rebellion?”

and her other room? cottagecore.

my grandma's apartment screams light academia and i'm living for it.

remember when neil perry said «i'm trapped»? that's how i've been feeling for the last week and honestly??? it's awful.

just hoping i won't end up like him.

not all of it is bad i think….…. we are going to be okay i think.

the secret history obsessed bitches be like „I know a spot” and then push you off a cliff

when in the woods somewhere by hozier started playing i felt it

i've been having a fever of 39°C for two days and imagining my nonexistent lover, who just received a letter about my illness, running through the wind and snow to leave the last kiss on my dry lips is the only thing that keeps me alive

god i hate this show