Autumn Is Not Autumn Without Chai

Autumn is the season of cozy books, comfort sweaters, chai, earl grey, croissants and candles.

w e d n e s d a y

♡ studying when you don't feel like it ♡

Today, I honestly didn't feel like studying. I felt disappointed in myself because the test results got announced and I feel like I failed myself.

However I'm choosing not to dwell on that feeling. I studied quite a bit today and I didn't let my emotions hold me back. I'm pms-ing hard af too. >_<

He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.

- Madeline Miller, Circe

“You have always been the worst of my children,” he said. “Be sure to not dishonor me.”

“I have a better idea. I will do as I please, and when you count your children, leave me out.

- Madeline Miller, Circe

Icarus has abandoned me:

The cosmos cries comets, the moon bleeds lullabies, and here i am, icarus; i, who can bear the quarrels of fate and time no more. you sought the sun, but did the sun seek you back? does it mourn you, or am i the only one doing that?

Who's stars am i aligning, are they mine? certainly that is what i was told (did you not tell me that, icarus) . those promises that I kept safe so dearly in my pockets, how did they find me? who am i to chase after the remarkable  (i thought i could, in the name of you, icarus).

i, who sought icarus, can hear him no more. i am searching. where are you?

it is your time to find me, icarus; search for me. heal me. answer me.

But books, like people, die. They die in fires or floods or in the mouths of worms or at the whims of tyrants. If they are not safeguarded, they go out of the world. And when a book goes out of the world, the memory dies a second death.

- cloud cuckoo land

And then all of a sudden, it feels like January again, and you're all alone in that blanket of yours, dreaming of sunsets, stardust and peace.

Do you not feel the birth of a star at the touch of our fingertips.

Your lips caress my skin, turning the blood coursing through my veins into stardust; stardust that cannot be tamed, for all it knows is chaos.

My love, I ache for you to tame the stardust in me.

Make me yours.

is wanting to vibe under wisteria with my chai and a book too much to ask for?

I don't want to live anymore