“you‘re So Quiet” Baby I’m Not Even Here. I’m Fantasizing About A Book I Read Weeks Ago. Move

“yes, I’ve been wanting to read that!” I say with complete earnestness, as I proceed to ignore every opportunity I have to read it

to find a love,

a love that had no means and no end,

a love that just exists

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I completely blame literature for my romanticisation of murder.

Karl Bryullov, ‘Last Day of Pompeii’, (Details)

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" Autumn is my season, dear. It is, after all, the season of the soul. "

- Virginia Woolf

Being called "my love" will always be superior to just "love", I will not elaborate.