Places I’d Like To Haunt

the two massive spiders living in opposite corners of my bathroom moved into the same web last night happy pride month everybody

"It's pouring, the trees are getting greener before my eyes, I love you. I'm almost afraid of the intensity of this happiness."

Vladimir Nabokov, from Letters to Vera tr. by Olga Voronina & Brian Boyd

how to participate in romantic academia

visit the beach, strolling along the sand with a battered paperback in your hands

like a page in your scrapbook with ribbons, beautiful calligraphy and moments that make you smile

write poetry about somebody you've never met before

learn how to perfectly make your favourite drink, practise until you couldn't possibly make it better

write as many letters as you can - to your past self, future self, future friends or lovers - whoever you like

learn phrases that you think are beautiful in another language, even if you don't learn the whole language

overanalyse every book you read, or, only read it once! allow it to hold on to your heart rather than your head

make art with no thought to it, bold strokes, soft pencil marks, whatever speaks to you

dance around your room alone to slow songs and realise you are truly lovely, my dear

sometimes i’m scared i won’t ever get to experience a once in a lifetime type of love

you know what we need? more young desi girl content

rebel girls in high school sneaking around corridors, skipping class instead going to waste time in the library. giggling in the dark corners as they dramatically recite the assigned text to each other, trying to make it more fun. making funny faces, communicating with each other with just a single look, gossiping in the classrooms and being terribly dramatic. acting out classic bollywood scenes during recess, trying to be serious but falling into fits of laughter as they sing songs off key. girls braiding each other's hair in the courtyard, trying out different styles that won't get them dress coded and in trouble. learning how to weave ribbons in and out of hair, becoming a master of the small piece of silk. teaching each other about herbal tricks and tips they stole from their grandmother. girls stopping to buy some ice cream on their way home from school, licking it all up before it melts as they walk hand in hand back home, legs and back aching from the weight of their school bags.

“you will always be fond of me. i represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.” ― the picture of dorian gray (oscar wilde)

if the weather of the last days had an aesthetic

Over the Garden Wall (2014)

Vincent Van Gogh’s stream of thoughts