I’ve been excited to visit this town ever since I saw it’s first WIP pics and let me say, I was not disappointed. The lightly falling snow and warm fall colors make this town breathtaking, and has quickly become one of my all-time favorite towns!
Haii everyone!! First of all, Happy Valentine’s Day to you cuties whether you’re single or taken ;u; I hope it’s a wonderful day for you nonetheless! *sends you all some virtual chocolate* (´∀｀)♡
Last week, I reached 4k wonderful followers and I could not be any happier;; I am so thankful to each and every single one of you for making my tumblr experience so amazing as I never thought I would reach this far ;o; it’s so overwhelming for me! So again, thank youuu so much from the bottom of my heart c:
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To all my mutuals: oh my god, I love you all *-* i honestly can’t believe that I have such incredible mutuals with A+ blogs;; thank you for being a part of my life and for having me as one of your mutuals - and also for being sO supportive of my blog - it means so much to me!♥ (°◡°♡).:｡
You are crucified by your own limitations. Your blind choices cannot be changed; they are now irrevocable. You have had chances; you have not taken them. You are wallowing in original sin; your limitations. You cannot even decide to take a walk in the country: you are not sure whether it is an escape or a refreshing cure from cooping yourself in your room all day. You have lost all delight in life. Ahead is a large array of blinding alleys. You are half-deliberately, half-desperately, cutting off your grip on creative life. You are becoming a neuter machine. You cannot love, even if you knew how to begin to love. Every thought is a devil, a hell - if you could do a lot of things over again, ah, how differently you would do them! You want to go home, back to the womb. You watch the world bang door after door in your face, numbly, bitterly. You have forgotten the secret you knew, once, ah, once, of being joyous, of laughing, of opening doors.
from a diary entry on Tuesday - 18th November 1953
featured in The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath