And in the distance she saw the light. No not the one that led her to heaven. The one that smacked her on the head and put some sense in her. As she stood before the landscape she had an epiphany about life. She realized how many things were going on in the one moment. How many lives were being affected. Over the grass she wondered how many bugs were being born or which birds above were learning to fly for the first time, which flowers reached the end of its cycle, how the river flows or the air moved. She realized that different things were happening, different things were all living their lives, unconnected to one another, but all happening.
Qotd: are you a girl or boy
I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say. They are not brave, the days when we are twenty-one. They are full of little cowardices, little fears without foundation, and one is so easily bruised, so swiftly wounded, one falls to the first barbed word. To-day, wrapped in the complacent armour of approaching middle age, the infinitesimal pricks of day by day brush one but lightly and are soon forgotten, but then--how a careless word would linger, becoming a fiery stigma, and how a look, a glance over a shoulder, branded themselves as things eternal. A denial heralded the thrice crowing of a cock, and an insincerity was like the kiss of Judas. The adult mind can lie with untroubled conscience and a gay composure, but in those days even a small deception scoured the tongue, lashing one against the stake itself.
—Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca
I have been completely into historical fiction lately. Rebecca, my first real mystery read has not failed to intrigue me. .
QOTD: Which was your first mystery read that made you like the genre? .
probably the most beautiful sunrise☀️ i've ever witnessed. (although there wasn't much competetion lol)
HONESTLY, This one kind of reminds me of skittles. It makes me want to tell you guys to taste the rainbow, like literally in everything that you do enjoy it. The bright colors help spread positive and energetic vibes. 💜
What’s your favorite flavor of skittles? 😛
Usually when you hurt someone and you're aware it, you try to fix it. You know, go out of your way to do things and comfort that person. Show that you give a shit and that you were wrong. Express yourself. I'm not saying the whole situation will be forgotten, but at least make a damn effort.
Прости что я вижу вселенные в твоих глазах,а ты не можешь найти хотя бы одну звезду в моих ✨✨