White Nights, Fyodor Dostoevsky

there’s something super sinister about a sunday afternoon

Had a dream yesterday in which Ronaldo joined the straw hats. On a beach with booming thunders in the horizon, ronaldo gave me a red band and told me to start watching One Piece.

People who don't hyperfixate will never know the slightly horrible, completely impossible-to-replicate feeling of being so intensely invested in something it possesses you, takes over your waking thoughts and rides some weird line between being excited, anxious, and stressed as hell while still being entirely some other beast.

“Because in February the days were really getting longer and you could see it, if you really looked. You could see how at the end of each day the world seemed cracked open and the extra light made its way across the stark trees, and promised. It promised, that light, and what a thing that was.”

— Elizabeth Strout, Olive, Again

huuuuge fan of little phrases you can add to the end of your sentences just for fun. "if you even care" and "btw" and "I fear" have done sooo much for my vocabulary. if you even care

Tumblr is such a weird place like some person would write the most hyper specific thing about something and thousands of random people would end up connecting to it

no one will come to save you but some will offer you their hand to hold when life gets tough and those are the ppl that matter

pie pngs ♡

Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student