I never saw sorrow, neither tears: there was only love, as it were multiplied to ecstasy, but to an ecstasy quiet, consummated, and full of contemplation.
—Fyodor Dostoevsky, from “The Dream of a Ridiculous Man,” wr. c. 1877
(via kaafka)
(via kaafka)
god all I wanted to do was love him and I don’t know why this is how I’m being repaid for that like why is the universe doing this
so yeah lol got followed to my bus stop and onto my bus !!! told the driver and the guy got off and then as i was walking to my building another guy approached me and tried to proposition me. it is 4 am but what fucking gives you the right to terrify me and bother me like that. and as i was waiting for the bus this angel of a girl asked if i was okay and i was scared so i was just like yeah but i hope she knows i love her. this night has fucking sucked
i’m seeing swan lake for the third time and i’ve decided that my next boyfriend is going to be a ballerino so please help me in my quest darlings
“Every city has a sex and an age which have nothing to do with demography. Rome is feminine. So is Odessa. London is a teenager, an urchin, and in this hasn’t changed since the time of Dickens. Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman.”— John Berger (via mesogeios)
despite everything i’m keeping my heart open and bright
but also i have never met a man who didn’t fundamentally disappoint me
me, a 16th century swordsman, with a new clay-tempered sword: *loudly but casually unsheathes it*
my friend, clearly peanut butter and jealous: oh. thats nice. is that c-
me: clay-tempered? yeah. it is.