𝙰𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚕 𝟸𝟽, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟻 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣

i am so determined to fall more in love with life. intentionally romanticising the walks i am on, the birds chirping, the blooming nature around me, the water in my cup of tea turning from a light peach tone to a dark pink, the poetry i write, the things i am learning, my handwriting, dozing off while sitting in front of my window, all of it and more. I have to take a closer look at the little things that make my heart beat faster.

it sucks right now for both of us but one day we will be swaying in each other’s arm as the homemade stew we are making for dinner bubbles on the stove, the scent of love and warmth fills our cozy cottage that looks just like something from a fairytale.

People. People. Endless noise. And I am so tired. And I would like to sleep under trees; red ones, blue ones, swirling passionate ones.

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, from Complete Prose Collection; “The Brothers Karamazov”

— Mikko Harvey,“For M”

it’s just me and my four hundred unread books against the world i guess

I’m really bad at conversations sorry if I’ve ever talked to you

I hope that someday when I am gone, someone, somewhere, picks my soul up off of these pages and thinks, “I would have loved her.”

- Nicole Lyons, Hush

“I don’t know why the memories grow while I shrink. I don’t remember what I wanted to say. I don’t want to say what I remember.”

— Dunya Mikhail, from ‘Buzz’, The War Works Hard (trans. Elizabeth Winslow)

you deserve to be loved without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unlovable.

People my age are out, flirting, parting, having fun with friends.. I’m in my room looking at the ceiling while listening to soft music, considering my life all night long

-I’m gonna regret this when I’m older