i thought everyone was kind of, a little bit... exaggerating. i had been in love, but it wasn't like that. the world was still just-the-world. the sky was lovelier next to them, yes, but love wasn't the awe i had heard about. it was deft and sly and beautiful - but i was sort of privately scornful of true love as a concept. i thought that poets are often full of drama - i'm a poet, after all. all the crying and sighing and world-shifting. i thought - nobody actually loses their appetite, nobody actually gets butterflies. people like to believe they're in love a lot, and the placebo effect will do things to you. no wonder other people lost sleep - i thought: well, that makes sense for them, but it is not going to happen for me.
and then i met her. and then it was real, and i knew something had opened that could never go back to sleep.
That murderous and spiteful fictional villain would treat me right
liking men is not a bad thing
Eretria gave Amberle a letterman jacket which I realize has zero significance to them and she literally just picked it up but it stil amuses me greatly. They’re going steady now i don’t make the rules.
David Lynch meets Marina and the Diamonds
Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me (David Lynch, 1992)
Forget, performed by Marina and the Diamonds. Written by Marina Diamandis.
Whoops I’m bitter.
friend: you look stressed me: haha yeah it’s the stress
congrats lil buddy that’s the worst anyone’s ever done it
The bar was so low it was practically a tripping hazard in Hell, yet here you are, limbo dancing with the devil
“He wanted all to lie in an ecstasy of peace; I wanted all to sparkle and dance in a glorious jubilee. I said his heaven would be only half alive; and he said mine would be drunk: I said I should fall asleep in his; and he said he could not breathe in mine.”
— Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
Im turning a different side blog into a main blog so here’s the stuff that I wanted saved from the original
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