All I Do Is Cry, Read Books, Listen To Music, And Stare At The Moon

Bi culture is coming out to your friends and them immediately asking if you’re sure or you’re just experimenting

tag yourself ; terms of endearment

love - overthinker, long baths with rose petals, sad yet powerful smiles, old libraries, often found staring at the stars, hands smudged with graphite, no sleep™

honey - messy hair, loud yet beautiful laughter, bold colors, swirly handwriting, pink lipstick, wandering through art museums, dancing for no reason, vibrant dreams

sweetheart - summer breezes, compliments everyone, probably owns a pair of overalls, tea drinker, can’t sing for shit but still does anyway, favorite type of food is dessert

cutie - likes baking, says they’re stupid but is actually really damn smart, wants pastel hair, takes really nice notes, ice cream, favorite article of clothing is an oversized hoodie, pretty eyes

darling - s o f t, fav color is either yellow or pink, lots of flowers, wants to pet a cat, sleepy, actually has time to eat breakfast, rainy days, lip gloss

do u ever change the way that u talk depending on who youre with

like some people you talk to like youre both english majors and then others u talk 2 like youre having a mental breakdown

You made it sad

when we’re not together we’re on each other’s mind

What is dark academia, if not studying late into the night on dangerous amounts of caffeine

“In college I had a physics professor who wrote the date and time in red marker on a sheet of white paper and then lit the paper on fire and placed it on a metallic mesh basket on the lab table where it burned to ashes. He asked us whether or not the information on the paper was destroyed and not recoverable, and of course we were wrong, because physics tells us that information is never lost, not even in a black hole, and that what is seemingly destroyed is, in fact, retrievable. In that burning paper the markings of ink on the page are preserved in the way the flame flickers and the smoke curls. Wildly distorted to the point of chaos, the information is nonetheless not dead. Nothing, really, dies. Nothing dies. Nothing dies.”

— Nicholas Rombes, The Absolution of Roberto Acestes Laing (via bobschofield)

i like to think that our blogs are just our own little personal museums of all the things we like, and we can visit each other’s museums and leave nice notes at the reception.

romanticize your life. i cannot stress this enough. use scented shower gel and shampoo, so you look forward to showers. go on walks and see how pretty the sky looks. notice the wildflowers on the roadside as you drive. light a candle when you get home to make your room smell good. notice & appreciate the little things in life. it won't cure your mental illness, but it'll make it easier to exist in this world.

how to fall in love with life again

go cloud-gazing, lay down in the grass on a sunny day, or empty roads on a rainy day, stare up at the sky and let your mind wander.

read a book so complex that you don't understand anything, fill your arms with scrawled definitions.

writing poems and notes of kindness, hiding them for other people to find and pass along!

read passages of love in another language, untranslated and realise that love can surpass even the greatest of barriers.

find your favourite flower! hunt for it, research it, write an essay on why you love it and how much it means to you!

buy another copy of your favourite book, fill the pages with annotations and give it to a second hand shop for somebody else to experience it the way that you do.

fill a journal with moments of your life, even if you don't think they're very interesting.

listen to music whilst looking at the moon and stars, realising how beautiful life is.

visit an art gallery or a museum near you. become familiar with it, visit it until you know it inside out. make it your special place.

learn the little things about people, including yourself. find their favourite colour and why, find their music taste, their taste in books until you know them perfectly.

the small things! taking sips of warm beverages becomes the most comforting thing, closing your eyes for a moment on a bus and focusing on the lull of movement.

bake/cook your favourite treat. experiment and find the way that makes it taste simply ethereal.