Julianunderwood - Perdidit In Ignota Somnium

i don't WANT to live in a society i want to live in a bookstore cafe

Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920–1923

Does anyone else love bad weather? Like the kind that’s loud and dark and draws attention to its self like pounding rain drops and thunder and lightning that seems just so close. And you can sit near a window and it’s dark outside and maybe you’ve got a candle lit or a lamp and it’s so warm inside and you’re wearing you’re favourite sweater and watching a good show or reading a good book and it’s beautiful outside the rain and the clouds and the sound of it all and you’re just so content and cosy and happy

I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be snippy.

rainy days call for warm tea and a good book

“I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly.”

— A Self-Portrait in Letters, Anne Sexton (via vilicity)

D a r k    A c a d e m i a :   T h e  A r t s 

me : *does something that literally no one notices and has zero effect to anyone*

me : i’m so sorry omg i’m so embarrassed i —

He brought his phone, a book, his writing notebook, a blanket to sit on, and a bottle of water. Also like a dozen pens that permanently live in the bottom of his bag

a quick doodle of Jules in his bonfire outfit aka what he was wearing anyway + his rarely seen glasses