I Find It Eerie That So Many Memories Can Be Stored Inside An Ordinary Object. I Had A Friend With Whom

I find it eerie that so many memories can be stored inside an ordinary object. I had a friend with whom I'd always read an encyclopaedia with every time I went to their house. Our most favourite page had a picture of the Norse goddess Freya riding her chariot pulled by cats and we literally obsessed over that image. Just before I left for India, my friend gave me a copy of that book because she knew how much I loved that picture. I still have it and whenever I look at it, I'm reminded of the life I had with that childhood friend

Me

Dark academia but instead of wearing blazers and reading classic novels, I’m wearing my pajamas and reading fanfiction til 4 am

Everyone who is saying "Isn't that just love, OP?" is absolutely right, I have a stronger relationship with the moon than I do with other human beings

"Love is what makes us human" Wrong, my ability to write poetry about the moon is what makes me human

Your post opened my third eye, which is why you are now a pile of ash

Being loveless and an oriented aroace at the same time is so weird. One side of me wants to find a queer-platonic version of The One™ to live and die with while the other scuttles away from the slightest mention of love, sex and romance like a terrified beast

There's nothing a nice cup of chai can't fix