“Because in February the days were really getting longer and you could see it, if you really looked. You could see how at the end of each day the world seemed cracked open and the extra light made its way across the stark trees, and promised. It promised, that light, and what a thing that was.”
— Elizabeth Strout, Olive, Again
Simone de Beauvoir, from a diary entry featured in Diary of a Philosophy Student
Had a dream yesterday in which Ronaldo joined the straw hats. On a beach with booming thunders in the horizon, ronaldo gave me a red band and told me to start watching One Piece.
People who don't hyperfixate will never know the slightly horrible, completely impossible-to-replicate feeling of being so intensely invested in something it possesses you, takes over your waking thoughts and rides some weird line between being excited, anxious, and stressed as hell while still being entirely some other beast.
huuuuge fan of little phrases you can add to the end of your sentences just for fun. "if you even care" and "btw" and "I fear" have done sooo much for my vocabulary. if you even care
White Nights, Fyodor Dostoevsky
i am so easily impressed by trees
pie pngs ♡
everyone is strange, and being passionate is attractive. don’t be afraid to be who you are and enjoy life the way you want to
“It was an act of self-preservation — however misguided it was”.