Forgive Me For All The Things I Did, But Mostly For The Ones That I Did Not.

Do not fall in love with people like me. I will take you to museums, and parks and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave, you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.

— Caitlyn Siehl

unfortunately if you are an old friend of mine i will always care about you no matter what even if we haven't seen each other in forever because i still remember what you were like 7 years ago and i still remember how it felt to be young with you and i still have a lot of love for you in the back of my mind

adonis, tr. by khaled mattawa

something about doors is so magical like stories with doors leading to magical secret places or hidden world is SO GOOD I live for them like the chronicles of narnia, alice in wonderland, the starless sea, the ten thousand doors of january, daughter of smoke and bone, coraline, barbie and the secret door, monsters inc, the secret garden I Just LOVE DOORS

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

the world is so beautiful by the way. and it will knock u off your feet time and time again. like an old love u forgot about it will meet you in the middle when everything else is so blurry and doesn’t really make sense and it will bring you to where you thought you would never find your way back. it will show u time and time again there’s beauty there’s joy there’s life in everything and that sometimes losing it is the right way to finding it

I want to live in my books I want to live in my books I want to live in my books I want to live in my books I want to live in my books I want to live in my books I want to live in my books I want to live in my books I want to live in my books I want to live in my books I want to live in my books I want to live in my books I want to live in my books I want to live in my books I want to live in my books I want to live in my books I want to live in my books I want to live in my books I want to live in my books I want to live in my books

"damn, this movie is so relatable." and the movie they're watching is qala.

oh, I love it and hate it at the same time

you & I drink the poison from the same vine

oh, I love it and hate it at the same time

hidin' all of our sins from the daylight

— David Kushner, from Daylight

There is a stag in the snow. Blink and he will vanish. Was he a stag at all or was he something else? Was he a sentiment hanging unspoken or a path not taken or a closed door left unopened? Or was he a deer, glimpsed amongst the trees and then gone, disturbing not a single branch in his departure? The stag is a shot left untaken. An opportunity lost. Stolen like a kiss. In these new forgetful times with their changed ways sometimes the stag will pause a moment longer. He waits though once he never waited, would never dream to wait or wait to dream. He waits now. For someone to take the shot. For someone to pierce his heart. To know he is remembered.

- The Starless Sea by Erin Morgenstern