I Am A Graveyard Full Of Moments That I Could Have Had With You

ROBERT BRYDALL - The fairy woods (detail)

Fairy Wings (detail) by TheFancyFairy on Etsy

I’ve been fixing up my room and this is kind of just what it’s at rn and I’m so happy

when whitman said “i contradict myself. i am large… i contain multitudes” and wilde said “what are you? to define is to limit” and sumney said “i insist upon my right to be multiple”

yes.

stop shaming people for being passionate about the things that they love. stop mocking people for having unusual interests. like, honestly, i'm so tired of feeling embarrassed for being "too much". if being too much means having deep interests that fill my life with romanticism and excitement, then let me be!!! i'd much rather listen to anyone ranting about their latest obsession with 16th century swords than have a boring ordinary conversation with those who shame passionate people

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Felice

I was perfect.

What else could you have done

But pray?

To beg for a divine intervention

To be able to walk on air?

How else would you bear

your feet catching on fire

As the world burns around you?