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I honestly feel that working in a little old bookstore would solve all of my problems.

our souls long to belong, we carry an emptiness with us, and the moment our beloveds fill themselves with us we stop feeling empty, because whatever fulfills them fulfills us as well, since we share the same plate of love. how beautiful that we stop feeling empty when we give our souls away, simply because we are pouring ourselves into the right person

why do i feel so good about it? >•<

i want to be mysterious but like in a cute way. i want people to know i’m kind and gentle, but at the same time i want to wear a long black coat and want people to look at me and whisper to each other “nobody knows anything about this woman. she lives alone and doesn’t talk much. stay away from her” but then mothers would bring their sick children to me so i could heal them with my mysterious cryptic healing powers because i am the witch of the town.

imagine being the first ancient person to realize that the ocean and their tears taste the same. imagine realizing that your sorrow and the waves share a taste. i wouldve gone crazy

yes.

One of the worst feelings has to be when you finish an amazing book and have no one to talk to about it

emerald creek

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relatable rn

That feminine urge this, masculine urge that ….

Yeah, okay , cool

But what about the Lunar urge to ritualistically disappear every couple of weeks ?

Gateway to Nowhere

- Roald Dahl