When I was younger, I was in love with the idea of moving out to a lone island and never speaking to anyone again. I wasn’t good at talking, physically, nor did conversations come easy to me, so I kept quiet and I was totally fine with that. But while the people closest to me rolled their eyes at my wishes (again, lone island), nobody told me how talking to people was fun. Nobody told me how nice of a feeling it was to feel a new friendship blossom, to have inside jokes with people, to hand out compliments and get them back, to ask questions to people who are excited about having the answers, to remember something that someone mentioned last time and make them feel heard, to flatter people, to share slightly embarrassing facts and be able to laugh about them, to have people to say hi and bye to. It took me years and years and years to gather the courage to speak, but it was so worth it. It’s so much fun.
I just wanted you to know that this is me trying.
folklore- taylor swift ( album moodboard )
happy birthday evermore 💛🍁🍂
Some illustrations from Astronomy, Explained Upon Sir Isaac Newton's Principles and Made Easy to Those Who Have Not Studied Mathematics by James Ferguson (1799).
" the love of your life isn't, always, the one you marry "
You ever just wonder what is even out there? Like most of the people don’t even care, they give more attention to stupid little things like styling hair and following the latest trends (not calling you out btw) but why worry about that when there’s, like, this whole world out there that we have no idea about? The thing is, we don’t even know anything. There could be alternate realities split apart by each choice we make. There could be rips in the universe. Our minds could be floating around in outer space. We have no freaking idea and we choose to live our revolving around the stupidest, most pointless things! Do you hear that? WE. DON’T. KNOW. ANYTHING. And honestly all I want to do right now is figure out. But everyone thinks I’m insane, you know?
I really cant wait to read a scene from Cassians perspective when he watches Nesta interact with or care for illyrian children. Like this should be canon at this point. I want his future to flash before his eyes, his bro-varies to tingle and that same joy feysand felt when they discovered who the bone Carver was.
ultraviolence era !!!
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I’m having a hard time accepting death as I remain alive. I watch my loved ones go but where does my love for them go? I feel it leaving me trying to nest in undeserving places. These other people don’t know what to do with it. I feel it trying to return back to me but I cannot keep it, it does not belong to me. It belongs with them, the ones who are already gone. So I let it get swallowed up by the earth, bits of me I will never get back. I am only a fraction, I carry a hidden life by the side of my life.
Dara Karadag
Sometimes i just wanna go into woods, live in a small shack, learn french, and fall in love with a family that are my only source of entertainment while sneeking out a night to help them collect firewood.
the thing with dark academia is that i dont long for regular tests in a high school classroom with a number two pencil and a kid vaping in the back corner, i long for endless books of poetry buried in piles of ancient texts, hidden away in an old castle with topiary gardens and royal balls held every other season