one day i'll have a group of friends that also romanticize everything, and appreciate art and literature and architecture and aesthetic appeal, and take candid photos of each other and go on picnics and walks in the wood and appreciate each others music and value kindness and peace. friends who care about me the way i care about them. maybe not now, but one day

are you also taking your psychology exam at midnight on a friday while lip-syncing harry styles songs at the moon or are you normal

Romeo & Juliet, William Shakespeare

hold my hand, and let's look at the stars together

Georgina

b e n e d i c t e

The pain that flowed from my temples to my eyes, filled from my ears. My loneliness faded in my lungs. The lyrics of the song drained me like a despicable demon. All the words were calling your name with a drunk smile. And I jumped to my daydreams again.

and the moon asked "who was the one that made you fall in love with me dear?"

I want to hear your heartbeats, not someone else's on youtube

Georgina

I lust the value you gave the art

Details clinging to your eyelashes,

You're watching the cosmos

Such that the show flowing like a string, is a great pleasure for you

Likewise for me, you're a great pleasure

Watching thee is a colossal feast

Listening you, feels like I found the Atlantis

How do I not hate myself?

When I know how monstrous I have been?

How do I not get disgusted at myself?

When I know exactly what everyone thinks..of me.

-October

Thomas

Hey! Welcome to my blog. :)

I'm Freya. I write and this is my blog where I basically post qoutes or thoughts which are wandering in my mind.

I adore dark/light /romantic academic aesthethic.

I'm interested in history and literature

Languages and culture around the world <333

Kinda adventurous.

I'm an Infj (i sometimes think i may be an enfp)

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I basically post qoutes or thoughts which are wandering in my head they are my original I've not copied them from somewhere else. If post someone else work credits are given

And if i post anyone else's qoutes i do give them credit :)

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Siobhan Ferguson

Siobhan Ferguson

Selected Poems by Emily Dickinson

84

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Her breast is fit for pearls,

But I was not a "Diver" -

Her brow is fit for thrones

But I have not a crest.

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Her heart is fit for home -

I -- a Sparrow -- build there

Sweet of twigs and twine

My perennial nest

do you ever walk into a room and think “i probably know the most about literature out of everyone here”