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Pardon my foolish heart, but we should go on a museum date

“The snow in the mountains was melting and Bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to understand the gravity of our situation.” ― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

My Secret Study

A hidden room, where shadows play

Fairy lights glow, candles light the way

Old books and vanilla, a scent so sweet

A place to escape, where I can retreat

Big windows show the stormy sky

Rain pounds against them, a lonely sigh

Nature's power, a reminder of my place

A humble student, in a vast, dark space

In this quiet room, I find my peace

A world of books, my heart's release

The occasional flash, a reminder of the night

A cozy sanctuary, where I take flight

~ Originally written by me

@thesilentstoryteller

You have my 🫶🏻

i need a man to be as obsessed with me as rigel wilde is with nica dove as badly as i need air

donna tartt: literally writes an entire 600 page book about how it can be dangerous to do things just for the aesthetic

us, already making pinterest boards: oh to be a classics student in vermont in the 80s drinking whiskey from a teacup and occasionally murdering people 

“Promise me not to hide yourself when you’re in pain, it’s unfair that we laughed together but you cried alone”

— Unknown

Poetries are the love letters that their rightful owners will never be able to read.

-nipuna

Ek jaata hai to dosra aata hai, dukh bhai dukh

i sit in the sun. i drink tea. i recieve a message from my friend. i read a book. i take a walk. i fall in love with life a little bit.