Cherry

the horrors persist but so do books, art, hot chocolate, winter nights, the moon, the sea, the stars, sunsets, literature, libraries, cats, flowers, stories, love and the wistful feeling you get when you finally return home

accepting that you’re objectively weird & owning it is infinitely better than being constantly desperate to appear normal to people who don’t even matter to you

does anyone know why a woman such as myself would ever experience hunger heat fatigue or melancholy

oh my god there are so many books to read and instruments to learn and languages to speak and poems to write and oranges to eat and ideologies to study and songs to sing and films to watch and people to kiss and

Still not over Xie Lian being like, either this is a regular teenager or a supreme ghost is hanging out with me for some reason, and that’s crazy cause I’m just a little guy, and then the reveal happens. He outright asks Hua Cheng, " Hey, why are you here, my friend?” And Hua Cheng outright tells him that it was to see him, but adds, in the out “or because I was bored,” because like he doesn’t want to come on too strong here, but Xie Lian just goes, " Oh, it must be the second one” and just carries on. He walked so Maomao could run, I swear.

can someone please be proud of me like fuck I’m trying

reblog to let prev know you’re proud of them