Children are taught not to speak idly of the dead or to use the name of a person who has passed after the sun has gone down.

Ghosts do not require you to believe in them.

“Needs you ℎ𝑜𝑤? Like 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑦𝑜𝑢, needs you? Like Colin needed Penelope? Like a ‘Bridgerton 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢’ kind of needs you?!”

When Little Miss I-Can-Do-It-By-Myself meets Mr. Sit-Down.

How do we learn to live with what we can never control?

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips that you kissed, but my soul.

Loving you was the most exquisite form of self-destruction.

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Anything you need. I’m yours just as much as you are mine.

This particular one, however, is special. She is protected, by me.

toska [russian] (n.) a dull ache of the soul, a sick pining, a spiritual anguish, an immense ache for nothing and everything all at once.

I’m sad too. Less sad around you.

Be my girl. Be my everything.

His gaze locked with mine, and something undecipherable moved in his black eyes. Relief? Solace? Deliverance.

With the moon at his back, shadows painted the faint hollows beneath his eyes and cheekbones, making him look breathtakingly handsome and equally diabolical.

Do I contradict myself?
Very well then . . . . I contradict myself;
I am large . . . . I contain multitudes.

⸻ Walt Whitman . ੈ✩‧₊˚

Even if you want to push me away and avoid me. I am always going to come back to you. Because I love you. You have me. You’re stuck with me. And you are so far from alone.

Me, the girl who’s loved you in quiet for months and months.

My empire of dirt.

A demon of want, who simply craves more, never to be sated.

An open door. An invitation.

And sometimes, the big bad wolf turns out to be the love of your life.

How can you say luck and chance are the same thing? Chance is the first step you take, luck is what comes afterwards.

••• I swear, I wasn't trolling BSKY with this one.

A traveller betwixt life and death.

Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.

I hope you get to be with someone who is a home and an adventure— a soul who calms you and drives you wild.

To romance, to finding your Beloved, to seeking your heart’s desire.

We’ve been taught to suppress our desires, or to conceal them from others—in some cases even from ourselves. We can hide them a bit, but we can’t get rid of them. We’re not supposed to.

In every ending, there is a new beginning.