Oscar Piastri!

on the love of siblings. on an all-abiding care that outlives time itself.

the fall of the house of usher, Steven Berkoff // Sophocles // Brenna Yovanoff, The Replacement // ?

Peace be upon the daughter who helped her parents grow up. Accepted their cold shoulder, excused their anger, pardoned their mistakes, taught them how to be human. Peace be upon the sister who paid the price of rebellion. Screaming to her fullest, shaking like a leaf but standing tall, never letting the dictatorship go without a fight, paving the path for her siblings to breathe easier. Peace be upon the first child of an immigrant father. Aching to find their own purpose in life, firm in their own beliefs, contradicting generations and generations of cultural values. Peace be upon the girl who shouldered her mother's trauma. Swindled it into her own, morphed herself into an image of the womb she once resided in, immersed herself into troubles that weren't even hers, covered up scars that she couldn't even recognize. Peace be upon the woman who forgot who she was. So determined to be the savior of everyone, to fix her family, to nurture and love everyone around her. So deeply lost that she forgot she's just as worthy of love. Peace be upon you.

sisters, always.

Yearning

I fell in love with a ghost her sweet scent accompanying me a whisper in my ear a warm feeling around me in my cold empty bed she joins me in my imagination as we go on great adventures and live out our lives like the lovers we were supposed to be

✨Pretty floor mosaics✨

This. If I can get this into my head, that would be great

self-improvement should be because you want to improve your quality of life, not because you feel or think you *need* to be better in order to be loved or allowed to live. there's no end goal with self-improvement, it's easy to dig yourself a grave when you don't realize that you're not on a ticking clock to be the 'best version of yourself'. all you need to strive to do is be the version of yourself you are the most happy with. find out what values you find important, what kind of friend do you want to be, how do you want to react to things. what are things that would improve the way you go about life? what would make life easier, better and more enjoyable for you?

save me nico rosberg...

Maybe if my mother and I

were much more different,

it would be easier to fault her

for everything that happened.

To explain all the pain

I am carrying.

Maybe if my mother weren't

sometimes soft

pinning the fault would

go smoother.

if she didn't have the

same outline I have

if we didn't laugh the same,

share the same freckle,

chin, and ears,

and have the same interests.

Why did the universe make us

so much alike.

To whom of the counterparts

does this curse belong to.

Do I then blame

her or myself

as her and I look at our

mirror images

mournfully gazing at each other.

cutie <3