I'd Cut My Soul Into A Million Different Pieces Just To Form A Constellation To Light Your Way Home.

“There’s a Japanese phrase that I like: koi no yokan. It doesn’t mean love at first sight. It’s closer to love at second sight. It’s the feeling when you meet someone that you’re going to fall in love with them. Maybe you don’t love them right away, but it’s inevitable that you will.”

— Nicola Yoon, The Sun Is Also a Star

Unusual words with beautiful meanings:

Peregrinate (verb) To travel or wander around from place to place.

Serendipity (noun) Finding something good without looking for it.

Nemophilist (noun) One who is fond of forest; A haunter of the woods.

Eudaimonia (noun) The contented happy state you feel when you travel.

Eleutheromania (noun) The intense desire for freedom.

Hireath (noun) A homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was.

Idyllic (adj.) Like an idyll; extremely happy, peaceful, or picturesque. 

Clinomania (n.)Excessive desire to stay in bed. 

Seatherny (n.) the serenity one feels when listening to the chirping birds.

Eunoia ( n.) beautiful thinking a balanced mind.

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the holy trinity

i will kill the madhya pradesh minister

brb, going to push everyone important to me away and wonder why im so upset

Give me a Dark Academia Love.

Give me a dark academia love.

Give me passionate night conversation about the first time we heard the fate of Julius Caesar.

Give me touching each other’s arm, sweetly, nicely, while we just stay silent and express our love with the power of slow graze on bare skin, in a totally affectionate and non-sexual way.

Give me a love that we can talk of as Achilles’ for Patroclus as well as Alexander’s for Hephaestion.

Give me falling asleep on your chest, hearing the sound of your heart.

Give me plans for trips to Rome, where we can visit the Pantheon hand in hand.

Give me us laughing as hell and just looking at each other and finding no way and no reason to stop.

Give me nights spent watching Audrey Hepburn movies.

Give me us cooking dinner together, while you tell me of the last book you finished and I tell you about the last thing I’ve studied.

Give me passionate conversation about what a freaking genius Harry Houdini was.

Give me late night reads of the works of Sappho on the balcony and thinking that someone did, indeed, remember them.

Give me us fighting over which is best, the Iliad or the Odyssey and then us agreeing the Aeneid is absolutely great.

Give me you sleeping until late in the morning and me taking you some coffee in bed.

Give me you calling me with ancient pet names, such as “Melilla” or “Deliciae” or Italian ones such as “Amore” or “Cara”.

Give me a dark academia love.

books to read while Autumn is reigning

a warm cuppa in your hands, sitting near the window, enjoying the rain

with a sprinkle of amour

The Girl at the Lion d'Or by Sebastian Faulks

The Collector by John Fowles

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue by V.E. Schwab

The Tenant of Wildfell Hall by Anne Brontë

The Broken Wings by Kahlil Gibran

Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy

Tess of the D’Urbervilles by Thomas Hardy

Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë

Jane Eyre by Charlotte Brontë

with a dash of existential crisis

South of the Border, West of the Sun by Haruki Murakami

The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky

The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath

Notes from Underground by Fyodor Dostoevsky

Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky

My Year of Rest and Relaxation by Ottessa Moshfegh

Fish in Exile by Vi Khi Nao

No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai

with a pinch of dark academia

The Secret History by Donna Tartt

The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

Maurice by E. M. Forster

The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafón

If We Were Villains by M.L. Rio

with a side of je ne sais quoi

Before the Coffee Gets Cold by Toshikazu Kawaguchi

Death with Interruptions by José Saramago

Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke

Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro

On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous by Ocean Vuong

Orlando by Virginia Woolf

After Dark by Haruki Murakami

Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami

God Of Small Things by Arundhati Roy

Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson

The Housekeeper and the Professor by Yōko Ogawa

The Woman in the Purple Skirt by Natsuko Imamura

If Cats Disappeared from the World by Genki Kawamura

under the covers, with a flashlight in your hands, in the middle of the night

Carmilla by Sheridan le Fanu

Dracula by Bram Stoker

Interview with a Vampire by Anne Rice

The Hole by Hye-Young Pyun

The Yellow Wall-Paper by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Frankenstein: The 1818 Text by Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley

The Dark Descent of Elizabeth Frankenstein by Kiersten White

Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier

The Phantom of the Opera by Gaston Leroux

I’m Thinking of Ending Things by Iain Reid

Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia

The Maidens by Alex Michaelides

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson

The Metamorphosis & Other Stories by Franz Kafka

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

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in my language we don't say 'babe' or 'baby' but we say 'jaan' or 'jaani'. literally, jaan means life. i grew up hearing my dad call my mom 'jaani' and my grandfather call my grandma 'jaan' and i never really thought it was anything special. but then i realized they are calling each other 'life'. its just so beautiful that you would normally address someone as your life while doing the most normal mundane things.

"jaan, I'm home."

"jaani, pass me the water"