Even though it's not that big of a achievement but the girl who randomly downloaded Tumblr one evening will be very proud of me.
Thank you for 100 followers <<3
-Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
IT'S SEPTEMBER already, how can i hold my own heart.
They were wrong, love is never enough to keep someone with you.
Isn't it strange how the idea of comfort for us is so different?Like that's my favourite place to sit, that's my favourite blanket where I feel cosy, or those are my favourite colour of bedsheets. Looking at them just makes me feel so soft.It can be a candle that makes your heart feel lighter when you blow it out.Or it can be looking at colourful flowers or simply staring at the moon.It can be as simple as singing your favourite song whenever you want or as hard as making a painting of your messy thoughts.It can be walking down the street alone in the evening or talking with your friends for hours.I guess it is unique how we humans find comfort in things, foods, songs, places, and sometimes in people too.
From Waiting for This Story to End Before I Begin Another by Jan Heller Levi
-Christina Rossetti, from "Echo", The Complete Poems
And their are the cold nights where I miss you a little more, my inside crumbles and the heart cries.