it's never going to be worth it to care about me. please stop. please.
“Grantaire had a crush on Enjolras” WRONG! You wish! You think “crush” is sufficient to explain it but nuh huh. Nope. Whatever the hell those two had going on was so much worse
on self-sabotage
the bomb, florence + the machine// appointments, julien baker// abject permanence, larissa pham// never wanted to dance, mindless self indulgence// king, florence + the machine// quote: lauren e. bowman// in the woods, tana french// does the universe fight for souls to be together?, jamie varon// olivia laing on loneliness, marrying the poet ian patterson and the challenge of intimacy// left alone, fiona apple// @mjalti //renegade, taylor swift// a burning hill, mitski// ICU, phoebe bridgers// legit tattoo gun, the front bottoms// just, radiohead
the trees you grew up with have not forgotten you. their branches still whisper your name in the breeze and their roots remember the paths your feet once traced through their shade.
Apricity (n.) — the warmth of the sun in winter, a subtle warmth that kisses the skin with a softness unexpected in the season's chill.
when someone doesn’t wanna tell me what i did wrong and suddenly i’m 8 years old wondering what i did to make my mom mad again
they call me the problem ignorer for reasons that i know but dont feel like addressing right now
thinking about how kristin has said that whenever glinda is singing high, she's lying and that's she's singing highest in no one mourns the wicked. how she's singing lowest in for good.