someone please explain
why I walked into the bookstore
with a full heart and empty hands
and walked out with nothing but disappointment (and maybe a iced tea).
I’ve been searching maybe even yearning..for a book that feels like
✨ rainy days
✨ meaningful glances
✨ poetic pain and soft joy
✨ maybe a little messed up in a beautiful way
and NOTHING is hitting.
how am I supposed to live, laugh, love
when the bookshelves are full of bland titles
and I crave soul-crushing, underlined in pencil, hug to my chest kind of reads?
if you have any recs that feel like
Dead Poets Society x Gilmore Girls x slight existential crisis,
please send them to me before I spiral into rereading old Tumblr posts like it’s 2013.
I'm also into dark themes like Hannibal, psychological thriller type
ok that’s all,
going to go lie down with dramatic music now ♡
-Clairetta