Julianunderwood - Perdidit In Ignota Somnium

“I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again —”

— Georgia O’Keeffe, in a letter to Russel Vernon Hunter, from Georgia O’Keeffe: Art and Letters (via luthienne)

someone: you need to make a decision!

me: *starts crying*

moodboard: The Phantom of the Opera 

angel of music, guide and guardian grant to me your glory angel of music, hide no longer secret and strange angel

Books don’t offer real escape, but they can stop a mind scratching itself raw.

David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas (via wordsnquotes)

Enjoy the arts. Live art. Be art.

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Julian hasn’t been here very long ( right? He only just started here? It feels like a lifetime ago that he left his New York home and everything he’d ever known behind ) but Aimée was someone he clicked with instantly. They share a few classes, since she’s a Performing Arts major to his Drama and Theatre Production.

While he would never say this to her ( she’d think it’s creepy how quickly he’s become attached ), she’s already like... the older sister he never had. 

          ❝-No really. People would say my childhood house was haunted. I never saw anything, but my grandfather died in the house, uh, violently. So people talked.❞

A few sleep deprived auditory hallucinations, and imaginary things in his peripheral vision aside, he didn’t. He’s never seen anything, but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t interest him.

They got onto this topic because of the supposed hauntings and such of campus, which he’s definitely curious about. He can understand the impulse to believe that about a place like this, with it’s bloody history and how isolated it is up on the mountain. Something that gruesome has to matter for some people, so it’s imagined as ghosts and things that go bump in the night.

It’s all fascinating. 

wouldn’t it be nice to lay down in the woods and feel yourself be surrounded by the grass and moss and dirt and slowly become one with the earth ?

- decomposition