#literature girl summer

[lilwomansanctuary]

i am so glad i live in a world where spring, flowers and books exist

[imaginingmoonlight]

Actually can't wait, I've been so burnt out cos of GCSEs and I just want to enjoy reading again

(literature girl summer) we're back to finishing a book in two days

[bookishmarta]

[lanasangelsblog]

rotting in bed :3

[delusions-inpink]

[wordedarchive]

[365filmsbyauroranocte]

Las chicas están bien (Itsaso Arana, 2023)

[orpheusismefr]

[littlemisscannonball]

It's easy to imagine him sinking to his knees, lowering his head into my lap, not to lament how he will inevitably ruin me but instead to mourn that another man already has.

— Kate Elizabeth Russell, My Dark Vanessa

[lilwomansanctuary]

after turning 20 i've been feeling emotions and a burden i had never experienced before. because this is my first life and this is for the first time that i've turned 20 and i'm lost and clueless like everyone else. i have never been good at putting my thoughts into words....

this time when i read the little prince i just felt safe and protected from the chaos out there. this book is the reason i started painting again... the reason i started doing things to be happy and not to be perfect.

shall carry antoine exupery's words in my heart forgood "growing up is not the problem, forgetting is"

wish i could meet him and give him a hug. i adore the book, the author and my dear lil prince so much 🤍

[i-devour-words]

I washed my hands with an old bar of soap, its scent stirring a soft, sweet nostalgia. There’s something about how smell and time are tied together, how they say you can taste and smell memories. One breath of an old perfume, one bite of something that tastes like your mother’s cooking, and suddenly, you’re back in a moment long gone.

But memories—I can’t fully understand them. If I had a knife, I’d cut away everything that connects me to the past, leaving only the pieces I truly want. They say our minds are like wasps; they remember. Bees and wasps will attack you if you return after weeks, and our minds do the same, ambushing us with memories, again and again.

But there’s an escape. You can shut yourself away from all the old soap bars, the scents, the dishes—everything. Until you forget their taste, their smell. Until every sense in your body forgets. Until the ink of memory fades, and your mind, finally, lets go.

[ch4r1e]

last minute studying…

[bookishmarta]

[lanasangelsblog]

[valleyxdoll]

my bf

[pandoras-prison]

"It's important to realise that we can miss something, but still don't want it back."

Paulo Coelho