can we just go to the bookshop, read each other our favourite books, and pretend we are not broken?
“Would you like a companion?” BENEDICT & ELOISE | BRIDGERTON
there's just something inherently holy about a girl vibing alone in her room
via Vincent Giarrano on instagram
if you’re thinking something nice about someone you should always say it
after contemplating a lot i've come to the conclusion i am not doing life anymore
Love is a terrifying thing it's not safe, because when you love someone you have to face the fact that you could lose them someday.
- Harvey Specter, Suits
i need a poem to slice me clean in half & then i will be ok i think
you ever look at a girl n think how the fuck are you that pretty
You’re the prettiest. I love you @warmthandmoonlight <3
i love you hubble telescope i love you stars i love you universe i love you inherit poetry of humanitys great desire to see space i love you curiosity i love you people who treated curiosity as our own i love you laika i miss you laika i love you sky i love you moon i love you planets
If you aren’t gonna kiss my forehead after I do something cute then whats the point?
thinking about when the priest in fleabag said “love is awful. It’s awful. It’s painful. It’s frightening. It makes you doubt yourself, judge yourself, distance yourself from the other people in your life. It makes you selfish. It makes you creepy, makes you obsessed with your hair, makes you cruel, makes you say and do things you never thought you would do. It’s all any of us want, and it’s hell when we get there. So no wonder it’s something we don’t want to do on our own. I was taught if we’re born with love then life is about choosing the right place to put it. People talk about that a lot, feeling right, when it feels right it’s easy. But I’m not sure that’s true. It takes strength to know what’s right. And love isn’t something that weak people do. Being a romantic takes a hell of a lot of hope. I think what they mean is, when you find somebody that you love, it feels like hope.”
ocean vuong really put the lines ’dont worry. your father is only your father until one of you forgets’ and ’the most beautiful part of your body is wherever your mother’s shadow falls’ and ’dont be afraid, the gunfire is only the sound of people trying to live a little longer / and failing’ and ’the most beautiful part of your body is where it’s headed. & remember, loneliness is still time spent / with the world’ and ’your dead friends pass through you like wind / through a wind chime’ all in ONE POEM and expected me to move on as if i ever stood a chance
