sweet summer child, what do you know of fear?

summer is fun and romantic in theory but for us sweaty bitches it just isn’t realistic

the internet is an inherently haunted place if you think about it like. it's so weird to see long abandoned discussion boards stuck in a snapshot of the past, old conversations between kids from over a decade ago who have now grown into their own lives, obituaries taking the form of half finished profiles. and the silence that fills the gaps between. there's a constant ghostly record of each generation's thoughts, fads, their sense of humour. back when the future was at their fingertips. even stranger, people you used to know exist openly in that space, and they watch you watching them. if you want, deceased musicians can play through your headphones. there's always an underlying sense of reminiscing and time escaping our ever shortening attention spans. what a fuckin graveyard

You are right but holy jesus mother of fuck

“I want to write a novel about silence. The things people don’t say.” - Virginia Woolf (via quotemadness)

me: soft, full of love, forgiving, kind, bright  also me: can hold grudges for years, bitter as hell, already cried twice today