everybody trying to be the main character and i just wanna be THE fairy main character. the one who's living in the woods just enjoying doing nothing and reading her silly little books, cooking and painting
Happiness is like a butterfly: the more you chase it, the more it will elude you, but if you turn your attention to other things, it will come and sit softly on your shoulder.
- Henry David Thoreau
“Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.”
Oscar Wilde, The Critic as Artist.
taylor swift was literally so accurate when she wrote gold rush because i don’t like anticipating my face in a red flush and i don’t like that anyone would die to feel your flush cause everybody wants you and everybody wonders what it would be like to love you and walk past quick brush and i don’t like slow motion double vision in rose blush and i don’t like that falling feels like flying till bone crush and everybody wants you but i don’t like a gold rush
are you a social media algorithm? because you've mastered the art of keeping me hooked and emotionally manipulated (digitally influenced rizz)
The recurring butterfly motifs and gargoyle statues in Qala are everything
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
the desi girls have finally gotten their black swan.
It is in the nature of human that we outgrow something. We outgrow the things or person we cherished the most in our lives. And we start outgrowing things from our childhood and this porcess continues till our death. You may sometimes feel an attachment to that person or thing but not like that.
I would love to read all of their POVs.
I would KILL to read TSH from Bunny’s POV. It would make for the perfect Greek tragedy and a killer thriller. Imagine reading his descent into insanity and paranoia. Imagine Italy from his perspective; his secret, almost sinful confessions to Julian; his pillow talks with Marion. I want to feel Henry’s betrayal and Bunny’s unease. I would eat that shit UP