Dont Forget To Always Forgive Yourself At The End Of The Day. No Matter How Many Mistakes You Made, No

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.

When you are young, they assume you know nothing.

- Taylor Swift

adonis, tr. by khaled mattawa

also why did it take me this long to realize the night circus is completely black and white because. it’s marco and celia’s chessboard

midnights is actually just folklore dressed up as 1989

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

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starry nights, enemies to lovers, annotations, graffiti, mixtapes, art galleries, anklets, sunsets, heart-shaped lockets, bonfires, libraries, constellations, love letters, soft lighting, messy hair, ice cream parlours, misted windows, blueberries, full moons, dark clouds, red roses

I can’t stop thinking about how perfectly Barbie portrays girlhood and growing up… How you’re born in a perfect pink world, where you make the rules and get to prioritise whimsies and friendship and beauty, and then you notice something has changed, you discover that something is wrong with you, and you’re offered an illusion of choice, but even if you’d rather keep wearing your heels and go home and be safe and comfortable, you have to choose the Birkenstock, you have to leave your home, you have to grow up. So you’re thrust into this gritty, unfeeling world, where you’re scrutinised and suppressed, where you want to disappear into yourself, because everything is harsh and big and you are tiny and fragile and inadequate. And as overwhelming and impossible as it seems, you survive it. You find truth in the things you believed in when you were young, the inherent good in humanity, connection and love; your friends who look at you while you are crying, and tell you that they cannot imagine what it is that you do not like about yourself.

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