“I felt him in everything. And what I felt was too deep.”
— Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947
I am a hopeless romantic. Special emphasis on HOPELESS, but a romantic nonetheless!
Me introducing myself as 'Hi. I romanticise everything, overthink way too much, live 90% of my life in my head and still can't believe I am a real person.'
They say all's well that ends well, but I'm in a new Hell
Every time you double-cross my mind
Taylor Swift, 'All too well'
Is it really too much to ask to turn me into a garden fairy, so I could spend the rest of my life among flowers and live in a dainty ethereal mushroom!
the entire point of life is to be silly, kind, and really weird btw.
I am still so naïve, I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please don't ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?
Sylvia Plath, The unabridged journals of Sylvia Plath
A. R. Ammons, from a poem titled "Shot Glass," featured in The New Yorker
I am half afraid to hope for what I long for.
Emily Dickinson
I need to cut the cord that connects you and me,
Instead I go round and round in circles to get more entangled.
—the stoplight boy