Paradise Lost, 1873, By Gustave Doré

I want to be able to go on top of a mountain and scream to the world that I am yours.

But, it will only be possible if you accept me as yours.

I used to be this happy soul with a goofy personality.

Now I look at people around me and wonder how they are able to smile in this chaotic world.

Hii Tumblr people,

This is my first post on this account or this app in general. I came here with the intention of expressing myself, whether in my own words, in other's words, pictures, thoughts, feelings and much more.

I am turning 20 this year. I've seen and heard people say that your 20s are made just for you..that you should spend it alone to discover yourself. And, I want to do just that but I also want to record it. Leave some type of memory about it behind.

I've tried Journaling but I guess it's just not for me. So here I am. Ready to embark and happy to receive you people's support.

Oh to be a hopeless romantic in an unrequited love

And because it’s been a while, here a second one !

- We all break at a point. How long are you going to hold on?

- Forever. I'll hold on forever if I have to.

𝓘 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓱𝓲𝓶.

I love him in a way,

Inexplicable by my soul.

I love him in a way,

That can only be felt.

I love him in a way,

Where peace and chaos coexist.

“i don’t like writing about my day, but i want to keep a journal”:

quotes and copywork. when reading, if you find something you enjoy, just copy it into the notebook. you can copy a whole chapter if you wish, highlighting what caught your attention the most.

definitions. look up on a dictionary and copy it. you could write your own dictionary as well, making up definitions for words.

lists. a classic, write movies to watch, books to read, the playlist of the month or just the groceries you have to buy.

maps. when going somewhere, you could draw the route you took or just a map of the place itself. just look up the place on google maps and copy it. you can draw a little map of all the places you have lived or the schools you have attended as well.

photos

take “notes” as you watch movies / documentaries. write down phrases that caught your attention or doodle.

illustrations and clippings. if you see an image or piece of art that you liked, put it in your journal. if it’s from a book or from a magazine I would recommend scanning it, tho’. it will serve as a record of what kind of art you enjoy through the years.

newspaper clippings from the day.

tickets and pamphlets. from movies, museums, transportation.

postcards

records. you could record for a month what the temperature was when you woke up and when you went to sleep. if you do that for a year, it gives you a better notion of the passing of seasons. you could record rainfall and other seasonal changes as well. you could choose something (an animal, a plant, an item or object) and write down every time you see it.

rubbings of leaves, coins, landmarks.

count. there’s a scene in the movie Coraline (2009) where Coraline’s dad tells her to go count the windows. you could do the same type of counting game if you are bored and write down.

mindmaps/sketchnotes + timelines of books, movies, music albums.

collages

pressed leafs and flowers

your collections. if you collect anything you could write down an inventory or maybe try to draw the items.

recipes. write down recipes and give it a score every time you try it. you could do the same for drinks you try out.

stickers

comic strips. you can find a bunch of it online, glue your favorites in your notebook.

You people don't understand, do you?

You people don't understand how much i love him. My love for this man is like a burning passion. It burns me inside out in the most ethereal way. It became the only thing that would urge me to reach the other edge of the world.

This world made love become such a joke. I agree, the definition of love is not fixed. It is different for various people and it changes with the course of time. However, I don't get how it became to this. People are so easy to walk away from love. People are so easy to make love insignificant. People are so easy to to choose a good time over a good thing.

Because of this, I've suppressed my love for him for months now. People made me believe that love is secondary. Love is not something to yearn for. People were so quick to categorise me as a crazy obsessive person. And because of this, I've tainted my own love for him. But not anymore, I will not listen to anyone anymore when it comes to my love for him. I will do solely what my heart desires more for him.

You can call me a crazy lover, you can call me an obsessive person, you can call me a hopeless romantic. I will not care what you call me because only me, my heart, my brain and my body knows how much love I have for him.

I wish to make my love pure again.