most ardently, studying

All i said is i deserve casual intimacy, life talks at midnight while looking at the moon, trips to museums and abandoned castles, handwritten letters, deep discussion on fictional characters, neck kisses and random bookstore dates. And, I don't think it is too much to ask.

i think being able to write the small theta and psi consistently is my biggest flex

babe can u shut up i’m watching early 2000s barbie movies to reminisce on simpler and purer times<3

she’s distant! she’s incoherent! she’s sensitive! she uses escapism as a coping mechanism! she’s me!!!

i wish I had a library buddy, a like-minded person who would browse the library shelves with me and look for the best book treasures the library has to offer and we would always stay until closing time and then talk about our book haul in the café next door

making your own stuff is so important, like I never hear enough about how making everything with your own hands is sacred time spent with yourself. that’s mostly being taken away from us through having all we need being sold at stores, the relationship to craft humans have had for millennia’s is gone. so it’s all about rebuilding that close relationship with the things that keep us alive and feeling good about ourselves! It’s something I could talk about forever

The fact is that every gaslighter ever says "you're misremembering things" or "you remember things that never happened" or "you remember things wrong." Now that we saw the ATW short film and know that, yes, the J/T relationship involves a lot of gaslighting, the phrase "I remember it all too well" hits SUPER hard in a place that I didn't even know I could be sucker-punched. I'm in awe. Mad respect for you Taylor. Thanks for showing us what the song was really about 10 years later.

the reason champagne problems is so sad, to me at least, is because the girl singing is obviously dealing with some sort of mental illness and no one seems to care… the “this dorm was once a mad house, i mad a joke ‘it was made for me’” just describes perfectly how it is to live with mental illness and to make self deprecating jokes to cope with it. and the comment is so clearly glossed over and all her problems are described as “champagne problems,” as if they’re problems that nobody takes seriously. and at the end of the story the guy picks himself back up and finds another woman and has a happy ending, meanwhile… what does the narrator get??? all she gets is “she’s fucked in the head” with the imagery of watching her ex love with his new fiance through a glass window while she’s stuck alone on the outside.

For the most part, listening to evermore is like being wrapped up in a thick, handwoven blanket, sitting by the fireplace with a hot drink in your hands, and wondering why so many good things have to end. but then “no body, no crime” comes on and you evily smirk at the wild, blazing embers before you that are burning your blood soaked clothes and think, “oh yeah, that’s why”

tumblr is such a unique experience in 2021 because it’s probably the only place on the internet, or in real life, really, where there is absolutely no point. there is no agenda, and no purpose, it’s just a place i can create this little bubble of art, and self-expression, and poetry, and live in it peacefully. scrolling through my blog and appreciating photography, fashion, literature, etc. just feels like a beautiful respite from everything outside of this website? no news no performance no productivity just pure vibes

THESE ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL NOTES I'VE EVER SEEN !!!!!!

another random epiphany i had on my drive home from the store was that things that are the most obvious often feel the most profound. i was looking at the sunset through my window. i was like “this is beautiful and it changes all the time so every sunset is a little different and also beautiful.” which led me to think “if you look at the earth from space, the clouds are never pink or blue or yellow or orange, they are just white and grey all the time. in space perhaps the sunsets are not very different or very beautiful.” which led me to think “the sunsets are only beautiful because i am so small.” which led me to think “so many things are only beautiful because i am so small, or if not only then they are at least much more beautiful than they might otherwise be, either because my vantage point of smallness allows me to see details that big things wouldn’t see, like when i see the flash of the sun at sunset with my little eyes on this big planet, or because my briefness finds vastness so incredible cuz it’s so much bigger than me, like when i sit under a very very old and very very tall tree.” and this was all somewhat obvious but it didn’t make the feeling of epiphany go away or diminish at all