Once I Finally Find A Magical Forest I Can Sacrifice My Hands And Eyes To Then it’s Over For You Bitches

can people pls stop starting conversations on dating apps with ‘hey youre gorgeous/beautiful’ bc how the fuck are you actually meant to reply to that ends in an actual conversation ???????

Why does Henry Cavill take all his selfies like that ???

—On Love, Marina Tsvetaeva

[text ID: I just want a humble, murderously simple thing: that a person be glad when I walk into the room.]

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i have a lit essay due tuesday and i still haven’t finished it i’m currently procrastinating cos idk what to put well i do i just don’t know how to put it or expand

yay

renaissance in the 21st century

i didn’t realise how much i would love sixth form at a college especially at one where i didn’t think i would ever go.

i also didn’t think english literature would overtake history as my favourite but it has and i am loving it so much! my english teacher is like one from the films! she just wants us to explore everything we can in poems it doesn’t matter what it is she just wants us to really get them! i’m just letting all of weird ideas about them go and she’s like “amazing! i love it!” aaaggh

why didn’t anyone tell me how good english teachers could be ????

(also it’s my 17th birthday today!)

living your best dark academia life:

learn french, greek or latin

wear tweed, glasses and oxfords

read and write poetry

learn to play piano, and also the violin is magnific

always have a book on you 

be gay 

practice painting, drawing and other arts 

go to museums

murder?

spending my life studying for ancient greek class, teaching myself latin, reading and annotating books, listening to classical music, worshiping ancient deities, travelling, visiting museums and getting drunk with my best friends on summer afternoons, while constantly lingering on the verge of insanity.

how much more “the secret history” can my life get?

okay i should stop im over dramatic

i hate time

it only moves slow when i actually want something to happen

its been less than 20 minutes since i messaged this guy and it feels like its been half an hour wtf

i’m coining a new literary criticism called feralism and it’s when you wildly misread the text as a glamorization of hedonism like how we as a society read the great gatsby and now want to throw banging 20s themed gatsby parties or read the secret history and want to hold a bacchanal. it recognizes literature as a vessel for the repressed human need to just lose your fucking mind.