Really The Meaning Of Life Is When A Singer Stops Singing And The Crowd Knows Every Single Word

i want to be hugged.

i want someone to stroke my hair.

i want someone to tell me they’re proud of me.

i want someone to hold my hand in public.

i want someone to tell me everything’s gonna be okay.

i want someone to softly caress my skin.

i want someone to teach me their hobbies.

i want someone to explain to me stuff i don’t understand.

i want someone to give me forehead kisses.

i just want to feel safe, for once.

i need this, this is much more dramatic than a thermos

1920′s Traveling tea case. From America in the 1920′s, FB.

this song makes me want to run through the endless fields in the sunset

this year i’m gonna attend a college while being delusional and living my dark academia knowledge superiority classicist stunning university building beauty-craving soul fantasy

Hello please reblog this if you’re okay with people sending you random asks to get to know you better

I can’t fix him but I could fuck him.

I have a theory about what Henry whispered in Camilla's ear before he killed himself.

Among other things, in the first lesson with Julian, he recounts a story about Tiberius:

Think, for example of Tiberius, the ugly stepson, trying to live up to the command of his stepfather Augustus. Think of the tremendous, impossible strain he must have undergone, following in the footsteps of a saviour, a god. The people hated him. No matter how hard he tried he was never good enough, could never be rid of the hateful self, and finally the floodgates broke. He was swept away on his perversions and he died, old and mad, lost in the pleasure gardens of Capri: not even happy there, as one might hope, but miserable. Before he died he wrote a letter home to the Senate. "May all the Gods and Goddesses visit me with more utter destruction than I feel I am daily suffering."

And that is what I think he whispered to Camilla, seeing as the story of Tiberius kind of mirrors Henry's.

"you got snap or insta?" i have a rope i can hang myself with

am I the only one that thinks we don’t really know much about Charles?

I mean, he was always a side character, we don’t really get to know him, anything. I feel like we know almost nothing about him, and then, in the second part of the book he is a really really important character. the police and FBI interrogations, his slow mental breakdown. we get so much information about him at once, his relationship with Camilla, his problems, him being abusive. but despite all of that I still feel like he wasn’t detailed enough and it’s confusing.

anyone feels the same?

oh the urge to be part of a hedonistic slightly deranged secret society