I think it's high time to get a cat 🐈

if i could live in a museum, i would

What once was.

the secret history fanfic || masterpost

"My mother and Henry's used to be friends and they would always take us to Pennsylvania in the summer, back when we were kids. We were the best of friends, inseparable... Henry was a chubby but tall boy, three years older than me. I was a frail but loud girl, very outgoing. We used to play at a creek, where my father had installed us a swing. One day Henry got in a terrible car crash and... he almost died. I went back to Greece, completely losing touch with him. Nothing could prepare me for the fact that I was to meet him again at college."

Warnings; possibility of smut, nsfw content, mentions of childhood trauma, triggering themes in general, mentions of abandonment, physical injuries, mental health issues, depression, self harm, drug abuse, smoking, homophobic people from the 80's, some very cute moments that might be out of character for the gang, stereotypes that I don't resign with but are part of the plot, dark themes that have to do with death, very descriptive, pov changes, paganism, it's the secret history so you know what to expect...

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Now it is not wrong to call her the moon, because she is both "light" and "far away".

अब उसे चाँद कहना गलत नहीं है, वो " नूर " भी है और "दूर" भी है।

“We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think. You can never trust the human mind anyway. It's a death trap.”

—Sir Anthony Hopkins

tangled hair, white tee, unorganized room, iced coffee, crumpled papers, ink stained fingers, Taylor and lordes music, dyed hair, piled up assignments, unfinished books, half written poems, studying at 3 am, obsessing over sunsets, listening to podcasts, staying in bed, in love with the moon

i feel like i’m the most poetic, talented genius to ever walk the planet.

Crying in the midst of overthinking, heart wrenching thoughts making you shiver internally Sitting in balcony looking at swaying trees, alone , dark , thundering (just like your insights) Listening to the deep "Tum ko apni kasam jane ja , baat itni meri maan loo, aj jane ki zid na karo "The lyrics unconsciously making eyes teary .. the utter dark pit forming deep in your heart , unaware of the surroundings ?? The thought that someone , however , in real, left . He , who made you question your worth , is still out there .And here you are , romanticising your life and feeling the shallow "me and who " crisisThe multiple KAASH making room in your mind , the ulterior motive to tell someone what they meant to you was left unspokenI might not say out loud , but yes there were times when all i missed was you You may not feel the same way ,so that is why some things are better unheard...The words making no real meanings now , but the little happy moments we made together are eternally imprinted in my mind Why do i miss you? Why i can't move one ? Why i only need you in my life ? Was asking for your love a sin? No. Right?But why everytime it make me feel sad ????

It's never too late

I left school age 15, pregnant and with no qualifications. I couldn't return to education as I had Dave to look after. I took my American GED when I was 30. I took my GCSE's when I was 36 and started my degree when I was 46 and graduated before I turned 50.

Everybody is falling in love and I am falling into more confusion.

Hi it's me !

Its a weird thing that in the starting of the pandemic, every single day felt like a year that just does not pass. The clock was ticking but the time wasn't passing. And now the lines between the days has become blurred, I don't remember what happened the last two years. They went by in a blink of the eye. Even though so much time has passed away i am still mentally in 2019. I still feel like there are about two to three years left to finish school but no I am in the last year of my school and this journey that was filled with tears and laughs is coming to an end whether i like it or not. The days now have started mixing together. They blend in as Reality and imagination becomes twisted.

for the ophelia girlies

The moon doesn't care whether your camera can capture its beauty, it shines regardless.

To love someone wholly is to embrace there imperfections as basic parts of who they are, It is to hold their hand through the storms and rains , to kiss their scars with love, and to stand by them as they navigate the maze of their emotions.

Hi! if you don't mind me asking …how old are you? It is alight if you don't wanna answer. In Love with your blog !

Friend, i am dead...

Never ask a dead person's age

Thank you so much!