@mossycobbblestone / mossycobbblestone.tumblr.com
never related to authors being like "childhood is such a blessed innocent time", catch me with that jane eyre shit like "such dread as children only can feel" and "I then sat with my doll on my knee til the fire got low, glancing round occasionally to make sure nothing worse than myself haunted the shadowy room"
heavy-handed with metaphor (as all lovers are) & filled to the brim with music
“language is socially constructed” to YOU. the heavens descended upon ME to tell me everything’s true name. so
Heather Havrilesky, How to Be a Person in the World
i have been a ghost since i was a child, i don’t know how to turn myself into a person
oxford comma baby i’m so sorry they said that about you i do give a fuck about you
physically i am in a pandemic but emotionally i’m in a storm in my best dress, fearless
you cannot gender me in a way that matters
Christa Wolf, Cassandra: A Novel and Four Essays (tr. Jan van Heurck)
[Text ID: “Without my noticing, spring had come again.]
reblog if you want girls at Welton, im trying to prove a point to someone
Stephen Chbosky; The Perks of Being a Wallflower
TO-DO LIST:
-bite the hand that feeds me
-bite off more than I can chew
-let the bed bugs bite
My hobbies? Uhhhh sensations mostly. Textures and patterns. But yeah mostly I just am really into like, experiences. Occasionally I dabble in thoughts.
hands (gay subtext)
should i get my life together or should i just keep being sexy and chaotic
When Margaret Atwood said, "there is something in your throat that wants to get out and you won't let it." and then Franz Kafka wrote, "And what I really intended to say in the end remains unsaid."
“I’m afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely, I am afraid of being completely unraveled by you, and you finding nothing you want in here.”
— L.M. Dorsey, She Is Made of Chalk (via thelovejournals)
