Massive Props To Neil Perry For Not Crying After Every Single Conversation With His Dad

Going through the pile of books to go to charity shops and there’s this amazing kids history one that’s literally like

Give your friend a neolithic burial

i have a book i bought for £2 in this amazing bookshop in my mum’s hometown and i discovered its 105 years old, from the Cambridge printing press, it’s a collection of Percy Shelley poems AND it has little annotations on some poems and i love it so much

i have finally fallen back in love with reading again after like a 2 year reading drought

I’m depressed

The guy I broke up with is leaving to go back to Italy ~I’ve realised to late that I still love him~ Oh and he leaves next week ~I wanna die~

was trying to get some inspiration for a love letter and I found this…the tenderness 

i hate time

it only moves slow when i actually want something to happen

its been less than 20 minutes since i messaged this guy and it feels like its been half an hour wtf

I have a deep love of Charlie Dalton

dead poets society but it’s every time someone says charlie’s name

My brother cracked my rib one morning and gave me half of his orange in the evening.

I remember being younger and sometimes wishing to be a single child, to have all the attention and gifts and time but when he was away from home for the first time, I remember crying and stroking his side of the sofa as if blurting out my first wish- for him to be home, without thinking twice, without a shadow of doubt. Even the genie cried. Growing up with a sibling is like being the only people on a stranded boat, constantly figuring out how you can live with them and questioning how you could ever live without them.

One evening, in a fit of anger, I told him how I never wanted him to be my brother and he yelled that he didn't ask for it either. The air smelled like kerosene and my chest was filled with arsenic. I was raging and threw his favorite toy aeroplane down the window, 7 stories of guilt and shame. He cried all night and I wanted to cut off my right hand, the hand that hurt my baby brother. I didn't know if he was ever going to forgive me or even talk to me. The next morning at breakfast, he didn't look at me or say a word, I felt like my chest was about to explode and guilt clouded my vision. But then, I felt a hand quietly holding half of an orange my way.

The only people on a stranded boat. How do you live with them? How could you ever live without them?

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

renaissance in the 21st century

i think the sweetest thing someones ever done for me is when my ex wrote me a letter for christmas and its so nice i kept it even after we broke up but theres this bit where they compared us to the sun and moon and idk here it is:

“I’m Sun ‘cause I love positivity and kindness… and you’re the moon. Mysterious, beautiful, enchanting and you light up the dark. You help guide those in darkness like the moon to sailors late at night… Although opposites in quite significant ways (you love english i like maths) they are quite perfect for each other.”

but this is probably the most romantic thing ill get and i love it so u keep it in my purse, yeah ik people say to move on and get rid of things that remind you of your ex but i dont think you always have to especially if you ended on okay terms