Today’s Moon Is A Little Strange

Be so fucking proud of yourself for passing the hardest moments alone while everyone believed you were fine.

How I first got into cnovels and also how I found out my friend is related to Wang Yibo

the number of times i think about the full body viking skeleton i saw in the museum is ridiculous like when i say it haunts me i mean it actually haunts me

I want to experience a love so genuine and soft that would make my heart grow and shine at the sight of my person, and I want to hold their hand and go to sleep very late together, talking nonsense and maybe we would watch bad movies to laugh and bake awful cakes because none of us know how to bake. I want to cry over how beautiful they are, not only physically but as a person, and I really want to make them playlists with a bunch of songs that remind me of them, I want to fangirl over how beautiful their hair looks in the sun and get excited because their eyes sparkle when they look at me.

I want to love and to be loved back

have you really felt pain if you haven’t watched the qiongqidao scene with xiao zhan and wang yibo’s real voices?

I think it's amazing how people meet other people that complement them perfectly, I've seen them share the same humor, the same music taste, the same favorite books and I can't help but to be jealous because I also want to find someone like that, someone who doesn't make me feel weird.

If you’re feeling down or anxious today, you can pretend you’re in my room with me. It’s raining outside but its cozy in here. I’m at my desk writing, you can lay on the bed and read or take the arm chair. It’s really comfy and I have extra blankets if you’re cold. You want to borrow a hoodie? You want hot chocolate? You can look through my vinyl collection or watch a movie. If you want to talk, I’ll put my writing away. Or you can just sit quietly. Whatever you want to do, just know that you’re safe here. You can stay as long as you want and you can always come back. Everything is going to be okay x

listening to a song you used to listen to a lot but forgot about it is like finding money in your winter jacket pockets 

but better 

Modern ghost story: you walk into a place for the first time, and your phone connects to the password-protected wifi.

Me

— Fyodor Dostoevsky; Letter to his brother 9th August 1838