we’re all fools in love

if someone liked me back i would kill them

I don’t think anyone is born knowing the reason why they’re here. It’s just something you have to find as you go along.

when madeline miller wrote “he is half of my soul, as the poets say" and when emily brontë wrote “do not leave me in this abyss! oh god it is unutterable! i cannot live without my life! i cannot live without my soul!" and when i started feeling this unspeakable longing for what seems to be a romantic connection just last night but my soul is whole in itself and seeks nothing more than the gentleness found in the presence of another.

whoever knows me knows that in order to understand who i am you have to keep in mind that passage that anais nin wrote “i have always been tormented by the image of multiplicity of selves. some day i call it richness and other day i see it as a disease" and that one from virginia woolf “i am not one and simple, but complex and many" and that one walt whitman gave us “do i contradict myself? very well then i contradict myself. (i am large, i contain multitude)” and make peace with that as much as I had to in order to love myself properly.

babe are you okay? you’ve barely touched your mitksi it chapter two lorde the goldfinch richard siken parallels post…

I adore seeing old photographs of people laughing and hugging because it reminds me that no matter what occurs people will always find merriment and love amongst eachother.