Why Are Books So Expensive All I Want Is To Be Lost In Another World With Haunted Old Houses And Coffee

You don’t have to justify your existence. You don’t have to make yourself skilled or clever or funny in order to validate your presence in this world. You don’t have to turn your feelings and experiences into art or witticisms for them to matter. You matter just as you are.

  ― Pablo Neruda, One Hundred Love Sonnets

[text ID: I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, / in secret, between the shadow and the soul.]

Edgar Allan Poe by Gina Iacob.

desi wlw dark academia aesthetic

//if I lived a million lives, I would have felt a million feelings and still would have fallen a million times for you//

- R.M.Drake

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feminine urge to Know Everything and speak 12 languages

“The problem with knowledge, is its inexhaustible craving. the more of it you have, the less you feel you know.”

- Olivie Blake , the atlas six

mfs say “i’m fine” then detach themselves from everyone in their lives for weeks. that’s me, i’m mfs

Half of the words I left unsaid could be heard if he could read my eyes.

One of the worst realizations that I have ever made is realizing that all I ever wanted was to be loved by my parents. I never would've turned out like this if they just loved me unconditionally.

complicated relationships with your parents are like. you cut up fruit and bring it to my room without me asking. i can't remember the last time you told me that you were proud of me. you told me i wasn't good enough for you but i'm not even good enough for myself. your hugs feel like coming home. i can't tell you anything that happens in my life. i doubt myself every day because of something you said to me when i was eight. would you like to hear about my day? please don't ask me about my day. i miss you even though you're in the next room. i wish we didn't live together. i've never loved or resented anyone as much as i've loved and resented you. are you okay? are we okay? are we ever going to be okay?