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

“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

Afternoon stroll, Edinburgh🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿

Real recognizes fake.

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

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

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.

We were every secret portal once

The most addictive drug is a person.

Wake up, SANTA’S BEEN!

2 days until christmas! 🎄

it’s all the same song and dance, nothings changed… except for me

audrey.

“Dare to author a story that makes the pen sing and the paper live. For such is the power of this kind of story that one page read will lead to a hundred lives changed.” — Craig D. Lounsbrough

whatever helps you sleep at night

December mornings spent with a peppermint coffee, my kindle, and the light of the Christmas tree.

& you know what it actually IS lifechanging to smile at strangers & say please & thank you & goodmorning & compliment someones outfit & help someone in need & be more accepting of loving other people just because they are other people!!!

I hope your day is cozy 💛

I love snow … until I’m shoveling my driveway at 6:30am.

There's something about the midnight air in the middle of December

“Reality doesn’t always give us the life that we desire, but we can always find what we desire between the pages of books.” ―Adelise M. Cullens

edgar allan poe, from a letter to mrs. aria clemm, 1849.

“for someone who loved words as much as i did, it was amazing how often they failed me” — if we were villains by m. l. rio

𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫: handwritten letters, second hand books, vintage aesthetic, coffee shops, bookstore trips, rainy days, annotated books, unorganised bookshelf, candles, tchaikovsky winter, the smell of hot chocolate, favorite holiday movies.

it makes me sad the way a cut flower still leans into the light ᯽ photo: Ida Lærke

Been waiting all year for this ✨