Richard Papen Choosing To Almost Freeze To Death Rather Than Asking For Help Was The Most Relatable Thing

I'm waiting for both.

Screw waiting for my Hogwarts letter, I’m waiting for my door to the Starless Sea.

my brain has too many tabs open

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Barbie + Blonde Male Fragility Reviews (insp):

i don't know what younger person needs to hear this, but it is so valid to not want to drink alcohol at all, or to only want to drink very rarely. don't let others pressure you into joining in with those societal rituals. it is an outrage how normalized drinking alcohol is, to the point that those who choose to abstain are constantly forced to justify their private choices, be publicly questioned about what led to these choices or excluded from activities altogether. you do not ever need to justify your reasons for this. there are absolutely valid and important reasons to not drink, and nobody has a right to know your personal reasonings.

taylor swift was literally so accurate when she wrote gold rush because i don’t like anticipating my face in a red flush and i don’t like that anyone would die to feel your flush cause everybody wants you and everybody wonders what it would be like to love you and walk past quick brush and i don’t like slow motion double vision in rose blush and i don’t like that falling feels like flying till bone crush and everybody wants you but i don’t like a gold rush

The recurring butterfly motifs and gargoyle statues in Qala are everything

something about doors is so magical like stories with doors leading to magical secret places or hidden world is SO GOOD I live for them like the chronicles of narnia, alice in wonderland, the starless sea, the ten thousand doors of january, daughter of smoke and bone, coraline, barbie and the secret door, monsters inc, the secret garden I Just LOVE DOORS

i’m a slow reader, i feel no shame in admitting that. it takes time to appreciate the words- i want to savor them, really see them, have them penetrate my mind before going the next and doing it all over again

I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.

~Haruki Murakami, Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman