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Oh I really do enjoy how the 2020s are shaping up to be a lot like the 1920s. You get a generation of lost kids that grew up during a war. They reject their parents conservative attitudes. The youth has created a resurgence of Dadaism and Nihilism that the older generations don’t understand. An artistic boom replacing the materialistic tendencies of our parents. The queer community is thriving in a way that it hasent been in years. Activism and socialist ideologies are on the rise again. How wonderful. It makes me want to go to Paris and be the next Gertrude Stein

U speak german?!

not a lot but i speak other languages and i got the general gist of it being the 21st day of the 21st year of the 21st century :)

nvm he messaged me back <3

i hate time

it only moves slow when i actually want something to happen

its been less than 20 minutes since i messaged this guy and it feels like its been half an hour wtf

If anyone did this to me I would immediately fall in love you

how to love a dark academic:

• write them letters and seal the envelopes with fancy wax seals

• buy them books

• write them poetry

• quote shakespeare, or really any other author or playwright to them

• read and discuss books with them

• listen to their 3 am rants on how we could've heard oscar wilde's voice if he'd had lived just a tad longer

• help them study

How to make a book yours

put your name as well as the place and date you got it on the first page

if it’s a gift - ask the person who got it for you to write a few words on the first page

carry it in your purse wherever you go, until the edges are worn and the pages stained with tea and raindrops

put on lipstick and kiss a page - the first page, or your favourite page, whichever feels right

underline quotes you love, take notes in the columns

dog-ear your favourite pages or use sticky notes to mark them

spray it with the perfume you wore while reading it - scent is one of our most potent senses and this will link the book in a specific time period of your life (might affect your other books though, so be careful and don’t spray the cover)

write down your impressions on the last few pages right after finishing the book

use a piece of paper with some significance as a bookmark and leave it in the book - I like to use art postcards I get from museum’s shops

serious question

how tf are you meant to respond to pick up lines on dating apps???

Pass the happy! 🌻🌈 When you receive this, list 5 things that make you happy and send this to the last 10 people in the notifications.

-my cat

-sitting in the sun all day even though i burn

-when it’s cold and you get get in bed and it’s really warm

-the moon in the deep night

-watching ballets/musicals late at night on the tv

I really like the word “smitten”. because at first glance you just think of sappy lovey-dovey stuff but also you have to remember this is a word that’s born of the word “smite.” a devastating word. a word that, summarized, means stricken. smitten means stricken as well — struck with devastating affection.

My brother cracked my rib one morning and gave me half of his orange in the evening.

I remember being younger and sometimes wishing to be a single child, to have all the attention and gifts and time but when he was away from home for the first time, I remember crying and stroking his side of the sofa as if blurting out my first wish- for him to be home, without thinking twice, without a shadow of doubt. Even the genie cried. Growing up with a sibling is like being the only people on a stranded boat, constantly figuring out how you can live with them and questioning how you could ever live without them.

One evening, in a fit of anger, I told him how I never wanted him to be my brother and he yelled that he didn't ask for it either. The air smelled like kerosene and my chest was filled with arsenic. I was raging and threw his favorite toy aeroplane down the window, 7 stories of guilt and shame. He cried all night and I wanted to cut off my right hand, the hand that hurt my baby brother. I didn't know if he was ever going to forgive me or even talk to me. The next morning at breakfast, he didn't look at me or say a word, I felt like my chest was about to explode and guilt clouded my vision. But then, I felt a hand quietly holding half of an orange my way.

The only people on a stranded boat. How do you live with them? How could you ever live without them?

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

nvm he left me on read :’(

i hate time

it only moves slow when i actually want something to happen

its been less than 20 minutes since i messaged this guy and it feels like its been half an hour wtf