L.M. Montgomery, Anne Of Ingleside

I CANT BELIEVE THE CUT THAT ALWAYS BLEEDS IS STILL BLEEDING

(Even though it's killing me i need it like the air I breathe)

I remember tryna blast this song at 15 while dying my hair bright pink and blue.

My mom was like:

I looked at myself in the mirror while blow drying my hair and said "we are so back" in that over dramatic Disney kid tone of voice, and I immediately started hearing groovy background music playing in my head.

"Hi, the names Reverie, I'm the new kid in this town. Nobody knows who I am, but they will."

*Camera pans up from my feet to show my super hip, trendy 2016 azz outfit XD*

"This is the season of holding on,

Of wrapping your hands

around the warmth of a dream

That refuses to fade

even as the cold settles in"

DAMN OK --

The weather is frosty—

breath trails like unspoken prayers,

straight smoke rising,

soft and sure as forgiveness.

The air tastes of sugar-glazed cranberries,

sweet but sharp,

like the memory of a love

too wild to tame,

too tender to forget.

Every step crunches,

a hymn beneath winter’s breath,

the world stitched in frost,

its edges trembling,

alive with the silence of waiting.

This is the season of holding on,

of wrapping your hands

around the warmth of a dream

that refuses to fade,

even as the cold settles in.

-Fyodor Dostoyevsky, White Nights

"And I don't even care if it's just a summer fling" (lies) "if it's all experimental and you go back to safer things" (more lies) "but i swore hand were made for fighting, i swore eyes were made to cry, but you're the first person that I've seen who's proven that might be a lieeeee" ( truth) "so don't leave me hanging" (a threat)

It's true that you must leave behind the old to welcome the new. But make sure you bring into the future the best of you.

Rebirth means parting with fragility Relinquish in place of the unknown However tumultuous or composed Controlled sacifice for betterment

wpm

8 February, 1936 Letters to Véra by Vladimir Nabokov

We should just let ourselves fall in love with life.

i like to pretend i already died and asked god to send me back to earth so i can swim in lakes again and see mountains and get my heart broken and love my friends and cry so hard in the bathroom and go grocery shopping 1,000 more times. and that i promised i would never forget the miracle of being here

It's not an act of love if you make her

"All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid

Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant

Just an appendage, live to attend him

So that he never lifts a finger

24∕7, baby machine

So he can live out his picket fence dreams

It's not an act of love if you make her

You make me do too much labour."

- Labour by Paris Paloma

Happy Women's day to all beautiful women who continue to be brave even after the world tries its best to shut down their efforts, their voices.

"I would do anything for you"

Yeah well I only asked for simple things, and you couldn't do that. At the end of the day I didn't really want all the grand gestures, I wanted to feel safe, I wanted intimacy.

It's ok, we're just not the same.