Sometimes You Feel Like Editing Percabeth 2.0

@sixofcrowsnet heist: wlw ships alina x genya

“she sighed and studied the toes of her boots. “i missed you,” she said. i was surprised at how much those words hurt. i’d missed her, too. and i’d felt like a fool for it.” 

     Only here’s what I really, really want someone to explain to me. What if one happens to be possessed of a heart that can’t be trusted—? What if the heart, for its own unfathomable reasons, leads one willfully and in a cloud of unspeakable radiance away from health, domesticity, civic responsibility and strong social connections and all the blandly-held common virtues and instead straight toward a beautiful flare of ruin, self-immolation, disaster? Is Kitsey right? If your deepest self is singing and coaxing you straight toward the bonfire, is it better to turn away? Stop your ears with wax? Ignore all the perverse glory your heart is screaming at you? Set yourself on the course that will lead you dutifully towards the norm, reasonable hours and regular medical check-ups, stable relationships and steady career advancement, the New York Times and brunch on Sunday, all with the promise of being somehow a better person? Or—like Boris—is it better to throw yourself head first and laughing into the holy rage calling your name?

— THE GOLDFINCH, Donna Tartt.

Certain words can change your brain forever and ever so you do have to be very careful about it.

Today at the bus stop, I saw a dead crow and whispered, “no, matthias”. Why am I doing this to myself???

Fortune Teller reading my palm: It just says “yikes.”

no negativity this year we love ourselves like supervillains

my favorite journal page so far. this is what happens while listening to ‘Back to Black’ by Amy Winehouse at 12:47AM.

be poetic. if you find the way the light falls through your window and onto your bedroom wall pretty, write about it. call it soft and golden as sunlit honey. if it makes you glad to be alive then it’s not silly. you look for the beauty of things, be proud of that. say the heavy rain is kissing you. write about the glow of the moon, the dancing of flowers. make your world magical. collect your metaphors and treasure them.

me talking to a man: i know. i know. yeah i know. i know. i’m aware. yes i already know that