You know what is fucking raw and beautiful ?? When Hozier sang βand the sights were as stark as my baby and the cold cut as sharp as my baby and the nights were as dark as my baby and half as beautiful too.β He didnβt compare his lover to other things he compared other things to his lover because to him his lover is much more, is the point of reference. Starker, sharper, darker and much more beautiful and I cry when I think about that
i need to read 5 more books till the end of the year but i honestly can't decide what to pick next. i want to read slowburn but it's never done as i like in books and when i think of it, i realise that i don't even want to read romance. i can't decide on genre and on author and on anything at all because nothing just feels right for me. i want something poetic but it's hard to find poetry that would actually speak to me. i can't trust recommendations because it always feels off and i don't even trust people's opinions anymore. why is it so hard? why do i need to read a hundred books to find the one that would feel like it sees my soul?
reblog if you wear glasses. too many mutuals don't know they have glasses wearers in their midsts
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β Richard Siken, from Littany In Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out
simran, full of emptiness
'going insane before an exam' core