I love reading writers for whom english is their second language and analyzing how their first language influences their style. People whose first language is romantic tend to be very descriptive and flowery with their english, whereas german or russian first language speakers are a lot more concise and almost abrupt. Most of the japanese writers I've read have had a simple, surrealist quality to their writing. Almost like watercolor paints. I just find it interesting.

not me getting legitimately angry at 5am because there’s literally no good romance books to read anymore.

the fact that oranges and clementines are made in a way that you can't help but share them with everyone around you. it's so easy. it's a soft kind of easy and tender love. it's already there made for you. you just have to give in and take the step 🚶

stressed. — lemon balm tea.
bloated. — peppermint tea.
slow metabolism. — green tea.
nauseous. — ginger tea.
sleepless nights. — chamomile tea.
common cold. — elderflower tea.

anxious. — lavender tea.
swelling. — horsetail tea.
alertness. — chai tea.
body aches. — ginger root tea.
heartburn. — licorice tea.

if you’re not paying attention to trees and how they sway in the wind then what are you even doing

“How young you are, child, he said, how terribly young (don’t say that, Father, Sophie replied, don’t talk as though you were already old), oh, but I am … you see, it isn’t just about age, my child, it is also about loss, you have so much youth left in you because—how can I put this?—you still have the feeling of being whole, the unmistakable belief that this wholeness will never end. When you lose that, whatever age you are, you are old.”

— Andrés Neuman, Traveller of the Century (trans. Nick Caistor & Lorenza Garcia)  

A part of me will always regret that I’ll never be the kind of person to find daisies at the side of the road, or that I’ll never meet my greatest love inside a museum.

Fictional men written by women.

I’m at the only one who finds it exhausting to leave the house? I sit down and have to talk myself into leaving most times. Right now, I need to go down to the supermarket and my brain is able to come up with plausible reasons why not having dinner is 100% better than setting foot outside. There’s a hermit crab inside me and they completely refuse to interact with anything outside.

stupid

you are so lucky to have yourself. no one else has this privileged.

humanity yada yada yada