stars in your heart

2012 x 2021

Enemies to lovers romance is the journey from sweetheart (derogatory) to sweetheart (affectionate)

What did you just call me? Cunt? Like the philospher?

The ides of March is coming up what’s everyone getting me?

i never understood how we’ve reinvented heiroglyphics until now

say what you want about buzzfeed unsolved but lets be honest with ourselves, the theory that shane is a demon and that’s why they never see any real supernatural bullshit is so much funnier then ghosts just not being real

— Hamlet, act 2, sc. 2

me listening to foreign music and not understanding a single word of it

Sometimes you gotta make yourself drink water and sit in direct sunlight, like some kind of wilted houseplant

"Ignite, my love. I G N I T E."

richard campbell gansey iii for @rosy-cheeked-girl

*banging pots and pans together* what the FUCK am I longing for?? WHAT IS IT??

i can’t imagine writing a story that isn’t about love

i don’t mean this in the romantic sense necessarily either i just mean that every story of value to me has love at its center, whether its about loving yourself, your people, your family, your friends, your community, the world at large, etc. a story that can’t be described as a love story at its core in some capacity is meaningless to me. if your writing isn’t a love letter to something what is the point? if it completely lacks love why write it? books and movies that lack this are so common in white western media - they write to make themselves look good, or edgy, or to make money, and forget that humans telling stories is at its core an act of love. it’s the depth and the sound and the colour of stories, it’s the meat and blood of them. i don’t want to read anything that lacks love.

One time I was cooking with a girl and we were both bilingual but we didn’t have a language in common so we were just sitting by the fire doing prep work quietly and I was peeling little garlic cloves to mince and she put her hand on my arm to stop me and demonstrated how you’re supposed to press on the clove with the flat side of your knife to break the shell off all at once to peel it and I was like oh! And I imitated her and she nodded in approval and we went back to quietly peeling and mincing the garlic and I don’t want to be hyperbolic but in that moment I was like wow I truly understand the universal thread of human love and connection inherent in our souls or whatever