christine, seventeen, strasbourg, has a headache. a sucker for artsy hipster bullshit.

"aimonomia"
n. fear that learning the name of something—a bird, a constellation, an attractive stranger—will somehow ruin it, transforming a lucky discovery into a conceptual husk pinned in a glass case, which leaves one less mystery to flutter around your head, trying to get in.

"if i told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?"
—kendrick lamar

archive of our own — ambedo