Ad Astra Per Aspera.

Economics

Love letters written with fountain pens in the dim candlelight of a cozy mahogany studio to the soft underlying tune of a classical music vinyl while the stars collide and the memories abide.

Enjoy the arts. Live art. Be art.

When I say I'm Henry Winter, I don't mean that I'm a murderer or a villain. I mean that I isolate myself by not answering the door sometimes, even when I'm home.

IX to X grade!

Also, tumblr app is no longer available in my region but I can use the web version; really hoping that it's not totally taken down.

My third resolution for this year...

my goals for the new year:

- wear more black

- put up with less fuckery

Je ne sais pas.

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, from “Notes from Underground”, tr. by R. Pevear and L.Volokhonsky

I'm terribly sorry I can't "match your freak."

Would you like to match my gnawing urge to be perfectly logical yet utterly mad at the same time, instead?

Love, C.Ven.

hey friend, this is a gentle reminder to do your homework <3

you can do it i believe in you