Imagine having someone to love and cherish you? Kiss you when you're least expecting it? Hugging you from behind and putting their head in the crook of your neck? Holding your hand when you're on a walk? Planting soft kisses on your forehead? Whispering sweet nothings in your ear as you're slow dancing in the middle of the night? Asking you how you're really feeling? Cuddling and reading books with you? Buying you new copies if your favorite books? Sending you "this reminded me of you" messages? Actually putting you and your feelings first? What an otherworldly concept!
— Franz Kafka, Letter to His Father
It's not that I desire your return; it is an inevitable longing to engage in conversation once more. I don't know if it is because of my loneliness, or it's my memories which play games with me, perhaps its because back in time when we were kids, maybe we were the sole bearers of understanding the complex notion of love and were outlawed from the company of the world because we understood it.
Jay Vespertine; Wildest Dreams
i think I will spend some time sharing some images on here that bring me happiness so I can have a place to escape to for savoir from sadness and anxiety and overwhelm :D <3
J'aime lire, surtout Shakespeare et Keats! Classique Livres sont très intéressant et un tres amusant lire! Mes livres préférés sont Pride and Prejudice, The picture of Dorian Gray, Emma et Wuthering Heights ! J'aime aussi la collection de poèmes de John Keats et la collection de pièces de William Shakespeare !
“I’m not everything I want to be, but I’m more than I was, and I’m still learning.”
— Charlotte Eriksson, Everything Changed When I Forgave Myself
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Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night
And watching, with eternal lids apart,
Like nature's patient, sleepless Eremite,
The moving waters at their priestlike task
Of pure ablution round earth's human shores,
Or gazing on the new soft-fallen mask
Of snow upon the mountains and the moors—
No—yet still stedfast, still unchangeable,
Pillow'd upon my fair love's ripening breast,
To feel for ever its soft fall and swell,
Awake for ever in a sweet unrest,
Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath,
And so live ever—or else swoon to death.
Just a person who loves cottagecore and dark acadamia! I love to read, pet animals and learn new things!! ISTJ | Artist | Lesbian and Genderfluid|
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