06.18.22
headed to visit friends for the long weekend ,, i always have such a hard time convincing myself to go places when i get in a routine w school or work, but you gotta take advantage of the time you have ig
🎧: the door is closing - spirit of the beehive
You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough.
ig: liberaureum.
Rain pounded on the roof of the car, plunking out a melody.
“What do you think happiness is?” Theo often asked these unexpected questions, so Alexander wasn’t so very surprised.
“Not crying myself to sleep every night,” the words had slipped out of his mouth as he read his book in an uninterested tone. Now he looked at Theo, weighing his reaction. Theo’s face had a puzzled, maybe worried, expression on it.
“Hm.” He didn’t say anything more. Alexander wouldn’t admit that he’d hoped Theo would. Alexander didn’t know it, but that scene near the brook at midnight all those months ago was playing through his head again. After a bit, Theo continued.
“Are you happy?”
“I don’t know,” Alexander said, looking at the rain crashing down on the window. The melancholy that came every night and used to make him cry in Autumn now only resided in his mind as a dull numbness that visited before he went to bed each evening, but it was there, even still. Theo did not enquire further this time, and the two returned to reading their books, Alexander consumed in a secondhand copy of The Tenant of Wildfell Hall and Theo skimming through a book of Sappho’s poems.
Factual
She wants to learn 75 languages
Foxglove Perimeter
No matter how many times i read and finish a book i'll never get used to the feeling of that suffocating hollowness that brews inside me.
That seeping realisation that
that's all it was
a book.
one who speaks of
such that is different from their actions
is an idiot,
to entertain the notion
of facing you.
Why?
Who are you?
"To define is to limit," you say,
a smirk dancing on your lips.
It is because you know who you are, that you need someone to find out who that is.
For that is what it is
to be worthy of you.
“It isn’t Spring until you can plant your foot on twelve daisies.”
- Cambridgeshire Saying
Source: Botanical Folktales of Britain and Ireland
Hopes and expectations
Ps: I’m doing a survey on Dark Academia for a university project, if you like DA, I’d be happy to have you do it: https://forms.gle/bhFRX9ivTs9BXXdj8