Nobody Asked This, But... I Love A Cottagecore Life.

Being with someone who wants to learn about your past history, not to punish or hurt you, but to learn how you need to be loved

Dream Jobs :

— forest witch

— rich vampire's wife

— haunted bookstore owner

the feminine urge to just want to run away to the Scottish highlands and listen to Hozier all day and write poetry and read classics

the urge to die and become nothing becomes stronger every day

TSH spoilers:

I feel like we as a fandom do not talk about Henry’s symbolism in TSH enough. Like, that dude is the literal embodiment of death, and I just think it’s so damn cool. I mean, his whole obsession with language and literature stemmed from the fact that he almost died in a car accident. And then every death we see in the book (the farmer’s, Bunny’s, and his very own) is directly at his hands. The others were accomplices, sure, but Henry’s the one who takes action every time. And in Francis’s failed suicide and Richard’s near death in the epilogue, they both see Henry, not Bunny or Charles or what have you.

Henry is not only obsessed with death, he IS death. He’s the reaper who’s friends toy with their mortality all the time through drugs and booze. The reason they all admire him is not only because of his size and stature and brilliance; it’s because he’s dangerous. If beauty is indeed terror, than he’s the most beautiful of them all. They all have the life preservation skills of a fly, so of course they love Henry. And of course his actions constantly bring them closer to danger and death.

nobody talks about the fact that you can have all this crazy shit in your head, and want to open up and talk about your feelings but no matter what, you just can't make out the right words and properly put your thoughts and emotions into words

"fuck you my child is completely fine"

your child reads classic literature for fun

Sorry for having symptoms of a mental illness I literally told you I have it will happen again

Nothing will ever emotionally destroy you more than the constant need to be understood by people who over and over again have proved to you that they will not understand you.

-nipuna