The Longing Is Killing Me

what if... regina have never met and helped aleksander so he died in the woods because of his wound and blood loss...... ok i'm crying

i am afraid of love,

of hurting people, of breaking their hearts and leaving them. it feels like i’m not capable of loving someone for a long time and i can’t do anything about it — i just have to wake up every morning, knowing that my feelings are slowly fading, until one day i open my tired eyes and understang — all i feel is an eternal emptiness in my chest. 

‘i don’t love you anymore,’ i say quietly into the darkness.

‘please, stay. we can still make it work. we are a perfect couple. i love you.’

‘no,’ i reply with a cold voice. it hurts, and i can’t handle it. i am sorry. i am sorry. i am so fucking sorry.

i can’t afford to love someone anymore — it would be incredibly cruel to them.

The paper called Eli a hero. The word made Victor laugh. Not just because it was absurd, but because it posed a question. If Eli really was a hero, and Victor meant to stop him, did that make him a villain? He took a long sip of his drink, tipped his head back against the couch, and decided he could live with that.

― V.E. Schwab, Vicious

andrew garfield saying, “i hope this grief stays with me because it’s all the unexpressed love that i didn’t get to tell her” about his mothers passing is so gut wrenchingly beautiful because we rarely talk about the love we want to express but can’t, not because you’re not brave enough to say it out loud but because they’re not here to listen to it anymore. calling grief the love you never had the chance to share makes it less of a burden and more of something you want to keep and not something terrible you want to move on from. i love love how everything about grief always comes down to “what is grief if not love persevering?”

posts that make me want to rip my heart out part 5

i put the rave in ravenclaw

«наноси свою самую темную помаду так, как будто никто не смотрит, притворяйся холодной и независимой, проходя через университетские коридоры, говори с друзьями на древнегреческом, надевай черное пальто и танцуй в пустом зале».

marina 23/ kady 40 “So, darling, how about little rebellion?”

and her other room? cottagecore.

my grandma's apartment screams light academia and i'm living for it.

Dark fandom having an existential and collective crisis?

Seems like it.