therockstargirl-deactivated2022
At this point I’ll romanticize anything just to cope with life.
reading books like the secret history is always such a wild ride, because i'm fully aware that it's a criticism of aesthetic hedonism and the elitism of academia, and then i'll read a line like " if we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look at that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. then spit us out reborn" and i go absolutely fucking feral.
“I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again —”
— Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Russel Vernon Hunter, from Georgia O’Keeffe: Art and Letters (via searchingfortenderness)
Sorry I didn't text you back. I was lying in the tall dry grass in the numbing heat of August hoping I could just disappear.
"It is August. My life is going to change. I feel it."
– Raymond Carver, "Will You Please Be Quiet, Please?"
“Read, read, read. Never stop reading. And when you can’t read anymore, write.”
— James Baldwin
what if you lay your head in my lap as I read to you and play with your hair and then we kiss and we are both girls?
actually, I like the getting-to-know-each-other stage. where you stay up late just to talk to them. where you ask a ton of questions. where you clearly are smitten by each other but both are too shy to say anything. where you share music and memories with each other. the flirting, the yearning, the silly jokes forming, letting guards down, making plans to meet.
love is too much of a simple word to describe what i feel for her. she is the air i breathe, my favorite song, my warmth on a rainy day, my fresh breeze of wind on a hot summer’s day. she is my everything and so much more.
when jane austen said “i was quiet, but i was not blind.”
𝙹𝚞𝚕𝚢 𝟷𝟿, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶-𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹
[ID: July 19, slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life. END ID]
Source: shisasan
the unbreakable bond between a lesbian and their high school english teacher
Virginia Woolf, in a letter to Vita Sackville-West, September 1928