𝑇h𝑖s I𝑠 𝑚y L𝑎s𝑡 𝑙o𝑣e L𝑒t𝑡e𝑟 𝑡o Y𝑜u, 𝑡h𝑜u𝑔h S𝑜m𝑒

You kept me like a secret, but i kept you like an oath.

We are all stardust and stories✨

maybe i like this rollercoaster, maybe it keeps me high

I need a hug.

Fuck I need more than that

I need rope to tie me so tightly the pieces will stay together

cuz i’m pretty when i cry

Look like the innocent flower,

but be the serpent under it

Books are letters in bottles, cast into the waves of time, from one person trying to save the world, to another.

- This Is How You Lose The Time War, Max Gladstone & Amal el-Mortar

I would rather die in your arms than live a thousand years alone.

So many people disregard Camus as cold, detached, cynical.

But I ask you, what is a cynic, if not a broken romantic?

“Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn't have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn't have to be a walk during which you'll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don't find meaning but "steal" some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn't make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.”

// Albert Camus, from “Notebooks, 1951-1959”

My toxic trait is that I made Daphne du Maurier my personality in school instead of Jane Austen