Nobody Talks About The Fact That You Can Have All This Crazy Shit In Your Head, And Want To Open Up And

she’s a 10 but she rots in her room all day listening to music and making up scenarios in her head

Hide in the moonlight

There are no miracle for me, just my wishes

Hide in the moonlight

I'm not that grand, but it's hard.

My Secret Study

A hidden room, where shadows play

Fairy lights glow, candles light the way

Old books and vanilla, a scent so sweet

A place to escape, where I can retreat

Big windows show the stormy sky

Rain pounds against them, a lonely sigh

Nature's power, a reminder of my place

A humble student, in a vast, dark space

In this quiet room, I find my peace

A world of books, my heart's release

The occasional flash, a reminder of the night

A cozy sanctuary, where I take flight

~ Originally written by me

@thesilentstoryteller

Where I am, mentally.

You are killing me, and you are keeping me from dying. That is love.

- Mahmoud Darwish

“My 20s have been the loneliest era in my life. I am surrounded by people but not connecting with anyone. Everyone is living their own lives while I am still waiting for mine to start. I feel lost between what I should be feeling and how I actually feel.”

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she's a 10 but she loves to read dark academia books and wants to cover up a murder with her non-existent found family

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

The Darkest Flame

In Twilight hush, shadow play

I wander alone, through thoughts gray

Anger burns within, like a fire untamed

In solitude, I find my darkest self, my heart's deepest flame

In stillness, I hear my hearts beat

A rhythm echoing, through my minds define

A resolve to pursue, the knowledge that's mine.

~thesilentstoryteller

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.