@ShinKora
(2)he was hit like a meteor shower and was broken into pieces, his heart was fragmented inch by inch into something that barely resembled what was left of the human soul. because that’s what love was, breaking your heart apart and giving it to someone that has already gifted it to others.
[the art of letting yourself down to pick others up]
(1) death felt cliché and as every other overused thought and form of opinion, it also felt the most natural to agree with. the only reason why he didn’t find pleasure at night with a knife in his hands and sanitary alcohol over his burning wounds was because he didn’t like clichés. it was quite the opposite. he despised them. the rotten hatred towards the stereotypical code that every human soul was ingrained to understand and tolerate, he felt it in every piece of his bones and it was breaking to admit that was the most permanent feeling that has ever crossed his heart.
it was sorrowful to admit that feeling was the most familiar he has ever been with anything and it was the only one that gave him a sense of belonging. because when you don’t belong anywhere else, you make your home out of hate and spite, out of the jealousy of the ones that have a place to call home and someone to call theirs.
[the art of letting yourself down to pick others up]
hi my dearly loved<3
I hope you are doing as amazing as you are
oh, to be a cardan kin
Stay with me
As we cross the empty skies
Come sail with me
We slow down
As the engines stall
Our eyes catch sync
We explode
In your maze that I can’t escape from9
I open my eyes but I’m still in this strange maze
Even when I wake up from my dream, you, you
I’m in your maze, you, you
jack wolfe
wylan van eck
i have finished reading the grishaverse and I feel, simply put, empty inside
I got so attached to a world that isn't mine, that I don't exist in, that I did not write and now I don't know what to do with myself
Fie ca sărbătorile de anul acesta să vă umple sufletul de bucurie, încredere, speranţă şi iubire. Moşul să vă aducă cele mai dorite şi neaşteptate cadouri vouă şi celor apropiaţi. Crăciun fericit ❤️
astazi a venit o colega putin mai tarziu la ora de latina si a zis profu
"iar cu baieti, olivia?"
iar eu, ca am gura sparta, am zis
"de ce trebuie sa fie doar baieti?"
si sunt 100% ca a auzit pentru ca mi-a zis dupa "sa sti ca am auzit ce ai zis" so yes
i think i just outed myself to my latin teacher