right where you left me🥀

when they say “you’re hot” but kafka said “you’re the knife I turn inside myself” like do better

when will life start being lowercase instead of being autocapitalised

my parents were like im going to make a daughter that is so beyond help

Thinking about the countless times art and music and cinema and literature have saved and comforted me during difficult times i really owe my happiness to everyone dedicated to their craft

I already knew from the beginning that you wouldn’t choose me but that didn’t stop me from loving you genuinely because deep down in my heart I silently hoped that in between those late-night talks, those ‘I love you’ and my constant validation of your emotions, you’d finally see me and feel at home. It was nothing but an almost.

my blog is for girls who can't get over anything in life

Have you ever really thought about how when you look at the moon, it’s the same moon Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and Van Gogh and Cleopatra looked at.

I blog for the girls who cry on their birthdays and lose a little bit of themselves during the summer months

the only way to make living bearable is to romanticize it I guess