Benny in black; Beth in white.
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (2004) dir. Alfonso Cuarón
i need to remind myself im doing it for a sage green kitchen and dark forest green bathroom tiles and a green couch and a green accent bedroom wall and-
steadily recognizing that i’m allowed to exist in public spaces and not feel embarrassed about it… can you believe i used to feel weird about/too inadequate to sit on a bench in a public space. it’s ok. you’re allowed to be. just be. just sit on a bench. it’s ok
you’re going to love again, find a job again, create art again, do what you love again, feel powerful again. you’re going to be back on track. i don’t know when, but you are going to feel like yourself again, eventually. this isn’t the end. hang in there.
We are all starlight across dark skies for someone, even if we are indeed the darkness
every two minutes, i slip into an alternate reality where i live the life i yearn for
Darling, you can't give up. You don't have a mansion with a secret library yet.
the feminine urge to release a gut-wrenching scream from the depths of your soul
"Even if it is full of love, all a ghost can do is haunt."
or, the limitation of the medium | In stillness, terror. musings