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Staying up far too late for someone who spends half their time sleepy 🥲

in these long nights
and cold obsidian days
a whispered "i got you"
will hold me closer than
every loud "i love you"
that tried but never could

“Old books exert a strange fascination for me — their smell, their feel, their history; wondering who might have owned them, how they lived, what they felt.”

— Lauren Willig

Thanks but no thanks, my most active social media is my Goodreads

Don’t compare her to sunshine and roses when she’s clearly orchids and moonlight - Lee Melody

i belong to winter's palette— one of soft faded skies and lavender-grey shadows

I’d be so good at being a black hole

Nobody has ever dropped a more fire comeback than, “The bar is so low it’s a tripping hazard in hell, and yet here you are limbo dancing with the devil.”

I miss green days ☔️

I read today that expression — “you still haven’t met all the people who will love you” — and that felt a lot like hope

she sets everything to dark mode...
[even her soul] but she loves flowers

I’m not sure how else I could explain this….
I do not care about your bullshit.

Fell asleep reading, woke up with my nose in a book

#2025Reads

“When night and darkness meet, when dreams and stars collide, when ashes meld with shadows, you will find me waiting.”

Writing to every woman and flirting with them on social media doesn’t make you more of a man or more interesting. In my opinion, it’s quite the opposite. It only shows how unstable and desperate you are.

"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞; 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟;"

- 𝐕𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐖𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐟, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞

The milkman bar on cockburn street, Edinburgh

Afternoon stroll, Edinburgh🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

Real recognizes fake.

and maybe your karma is, spending your life searching for something you’ll never find again

Photo of Lady of Darkness by Melissa Roehrich

#2025reads

“Because sometimes we just need someone to sit with us in the darkness in the middle of the mess.”

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Deep down in our hearts
There are…
blank pages,
Of books,
Of libraries..
Waiting to be filled with our memories.

To be cherished for the quirks, the flaws, and the quiet moments that speak louder than words. To feel seen, not for perfection, but for the imperfect beauty that makes you uniquely you.