Life Is A Creme Brûlée And I Am Vigorously Hitting Its Caramelized Surface With A Little Spoon

Dark academia but I look like hungover literature professor, late to his class, dressed 50% in corduroy

Herbal Apothecary in Mountaindale, NY

yes i want to listen to new music. no i can’t stand any music that i don’t already know. do you see the problem here

if you're a writer i wish u a very plot/story/character epiphany

30.01.21 // Did I mention I love neuroanatomy?

Tumblr creators: It’s totally fine to reblog your own posts. Sometimes people don’t see them the first time, or the algorithm messes with you, or whatever. I reblog my own shit all the time and I don’t care if you do, too. Actually, I’d recommend it. Actually, I’d highly encourage it. Actually, go into your posts right now and reblog something you wish more people would’ve seen. We understand. We want you to get your stuff out there. We don’t mind if we see it a second time, or a third, or a fourth, so that someone who’s never seen it can enjoy it for the first time. We’re not sick of you yet. Keep it coming.

There is something so intriguing, so fascinating about library cards, the ones that are kept inside the books, with the list of people who issued it and the return dates. Like yes, show me who read you before me and let my mind imagine unrealistic scenarios for them.

Anaïs Nin, from “The diary of Anaïs Nin, vol. 3: 1939-1944”

“flowers and mirror” - abbott fuller graves

normalize flopping. it’s ok to fail baby. sexy even