Nightmare Number 113:

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

we're all mad here

- Alice's adventures in wonderland

Most recent obsession: the Qala soundtrack

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

the secret history changed my brain chemisty

whether it was for the better or the worse, we will never truly know

The true blasphemy of literature is the romanticization of romance. They make it beautiful—all soft words, and elegant lines—and enchanting, with magic sparkling in the margins.

And you can feel it in the depths of your soul, an unexplored ocean of laughter and tears and dreams all melded together.

The yearning of a kiss that brushes against the steady and so so warm pulsing beat of life—against the smooth skin of a lovers neck. The desperation to touch another being and feel that they’re alive, right there next to you—right there, and never leaving.

To love and be loved is a jewel among treasures and all that we each seek—all that we each desire.

It burns and it burns and it burns.

“I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

“Come home and break my heart, if you must.”

“Occasionally, Fate pulls itself together again and Time is always waiting.”

“And perhaps it is the greatest grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”

“By you, I am forever undone.”

“One word from you shall silence me forever.”

“A heart’s a heavy burden.”

“My sweet nemesis.”

“If you have to go, you know I will go with you.”

and then?

and then.

The book is over.

And you remember that love like that doesn't exist.

Not in the real world.

And all you can do is cry.

I hate the phrase 'romanticising life' and 'figuring out your twenties' and 'its fine to be confused' because i have realized that these phrases are a privilege. I am not allowed to be confused. I am not allowed to continue to figure out my twenties. i should have it already figured out. It doesn't matter if i am only twenty and not even a graduate. i should know what i want for my future and stick to it. I am not allowed to romanticize my life because there is nothing to romanticize except for stress and tension.

This was THE scene!! The way Barbie was afraid of being perceived as “ugly” and trying to avoid aging just for her to see people in the real world and understand what it really means. The way she softly says “you’re beautiful” and the woman plays along with her by saying “I know”. The way it was her first good experience with someone in the real world. Everything about it was just perfect

thinking about how henry is so superstitious that he put out a saucer of milk on his porch at night to ward away evil spirits. bro must’ve not realized that he is the evil spirit 😭