Honey Brown Eyes
Honey brown eyes
I will spend a million lifetimes longing for you
For as long as I don’t have you, I will look for you in everything in this universe
Your mere existence inspires me, my mystical muse
I wronged you deeply, the stain of such mistake will always live beneath my skin
I lived eons despising myself for it, but what good could it be dreading the very being I wish you loved
How am I to be worthy of you while lacking love for self ?
I wronged you in a way I never want to wrong you nor anyone ever
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“To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.”
— Sylvia Plath, from “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath.”
USS Belleau Wood aflame on her aft flight deck following a Japanese kamikaze attack on 30 October 1944.
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do u ever like feel so absurdly reluctant to do things. like it ain’t even procrastination or laziness anymore u just physically and mentally can’t bring yourself to do anything. u really, really just wanna binge watch youtube until your mind numbs completely or lie on the floor and stare into the abyss. and it’s not like u don’t have “motivation” or anything or even that u don’t want to do it, it’s just. u can’t. idk how ppl just. Do Things. get up and go at it. i have to have an entire existential crisis and like, watch a goddamn motivational film or something first before i do the smallest thing. and it’s june for fuck’s sake.
“It’s not ‘natural’ to speak well, eloquently, in an interesting articulate way. People living in groups, families, communes say little–have few verbal means. Eloquence–thinking in words–is a byproduct of solitude, deracination, a heightened painful individuality.”
— Susan Sontag, As Consciousness Is Harnessed to Flesh (via the-book-diaries)
“i like every person i meet. for like 17 days. after that either they expect too much or give too little. expectations and expectations and some more. it’s not like they like me indefinitely. shall i put in the effort and emotion to get to know them beyond their superficial layers and see the love and the hurt and the humanity in them when they are just going to stop caring about my existence perhaps at day 67 or 172? Shall i pacify the devil inside them when it will laugh at my attempts when they walk away at day 213? shall i? or shall i just shut up and go to sleep.”
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— an anonymous woman on coming to terms with being a lesbian in the 1950’s-60’s, from an interview with Deborah Goleman Wolf
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.
WHEN ALL MY FAVORITE CHARACTERS IN A BOOK ARE KILLED OFF
