People I recommend The Secret History to sometimes complain about how the book would have been so good if Donna Tartt kept the mystery of the murder until the act actually happened.

I disagree.

You wouldn't know the amount of times I felt glee knowing it was Bunny who was going to die. Every time Bunny was being a twat I would smile to myself thinking, "You're dead meat. Literally."

Dreams

by Langston Hughes

Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams die, Life is a broken-winged bird That cannot fly. Hold fast to dreams, for when dreams go, Life is a barren field Frozen with snow.

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People think intimacy is about sex, but intimacy is really about truth.

~Evelyn Hugo

So, I returned from boarding school two days ago and the term was actually really hard. Not only academically, but mentally trying in a way that I developed this terrible fear of being completely alone : no phone, no book, just me and my thoughts. These days I don’t like thinking because it always leads me to self judgement. I can’t even write poetry anymore. I’m always just thinking that I’m a bad daughter, sister, friend, student ,girlfriend and one day all the people in my life will notice and I’ll be alone full time. I don’t know if any of the above makes sense but I just wanted to vent thanks.

I really want to write something but I don’t know what.

what is love? what was love for me? it was when i believed was the happiest person on earth if i had only him and nothing else it was when I looked at him and felt a pain in my chest over how i would find anything more beautiful it was when I started writing cause what he made me feel was so intense it couldn't just remain in my thoughts it was pain, a feeling that emptied out my chest and ate me alive knowing just because I love you, it didn't entitle me to have you. My love for you was like an ocean slowly drowning me and i was clinging onto the last piece of driftwood that was my hope.

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“I’m constantly torn between “if it’s meant to be, it will be” and “if you want it, go and get it.”

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i will reblog your whole blog, i have no shame

Felt this one in my soul🥲

I thought we were art The kind that could heal Your paintings abstract My writing surreal Pieces that where honest And made us both feel But I wanted concrete And you’ve been ideal I look at you and see More than sex appeal Maybe you don’t want art Or anything real I’m just another secret Someone new to conceal

my relationship with my mother is not something i can explain. i love her, i can't stand her. she's my best friend, i can't tell her anything. she's my greatest supporter, she is my harshest critic. she makes me wanna be a better person, she makes me want to scream and cry. she is the voice of reason when i lose my calm, she is the reason i lose my calm. i can't live with her, i can't imagine my life away from her.

When???????

miss me w “organically getting to know people” and “waiting for the right person to come,” when will an emotionally unavailable, morally questionable, dark-haired, arrogant man pin me to a wall and then confess his love to me with his sword at my throat?

You must love in a way in which your love feels free and unconditional.

Because Kat Stratford just might be my new personality for 2022

10 Things I Hate About You(1999)

To be honest guys 😂 everyday I question this life thing more and more

Sharon Olds, from "Her Last August"

“I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.”

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