I beg you, eat me up.

Want me down to the marrow.

The inherent romanticism of slow dancing in the moonlight.

Hyperfixating on the Tumblr ecosystem because of @strange-aeons, this is my chart so far

please give me more aesthetics to add to it, my hyperfixation needs S U S T I N E N C E

"You are so brave and quite

I forgot you are suffering..."

Requested by - @slytherinqueenxxxx

Sunrise and the early morning chirping of birds always looks so ethereal and feels so magical to us nocturnal beings of the world who often wake up late in the afternoon and miss the beautiful sight. The sun is so soft so calm so delicate in that hour. Unlike the afternoon when it makes it it's sole purpose to parch, burn and blind you in a city like mine. The smell of dew on grass and sounds of neighbours brewing their morning tea brings a sense of peace that is so surreal and so fleeting. The early morning sun ,and the world along with it, all find a heavenly- almost otherworldly- quality for a brief moment of the day. It's a shame I miss it on most days.

one thing i need to start living by is “become the thing that you want” if i want friends who throw themed parties maybe i should start throwing those parties. if i want someone who writes me love letters maybe i should start writing letters for the people i love. if i want to hang out at museums and pretty cafes maybe i should invite my friends to these places. and maybe even then i won’t find the kind of people i want to be around. but then i would have become the exact person i want to be around. and maybe that’s good enough.

— Jay Vespertine; not from a book but from an actual conversation.

— Franz Kafka, from Letters to Milena (via lumamonchtuna)

i love studying. i love writing. i love reading. i love learning languages. i love doing mathematics. i love wandering over some particular sum and trying to come up with formulas to solve it. i love physics. i love biology. i love chemistry. i love history. i love literature. i love learning.

not to achieve the perfect grades ever. but it just amazes me that there's so much to know and learn and write and read about in the universe. my curiosity wouldn't get enough of it.

do you want to be a bookstore owner, cafe owner or a flower shop owner

And how odd it is to be haunted by

someone who's still alive.

The line "The stars will go out before I forget you" goes off so hard. So romantic, I would literally ascend to the 4th dimension if someone ever said it to me.

Nancy H. Kleinbaum, Dead Poets Society (1988).

@the-reverii