Quiz: Are You Hamlet, Or Are You Horatio?

Not to sound Romantic or anything, but I too have a striking fascination with the irrational, the demonic and the grotesque.

we made comparisons between joe exotic and trimalchio from petronius’s satyricon in my latin class today after my professor went off on a tangent about binging the show when he should have been grading our tests. and i never thought my netflix binging and niche interests would overlap like that

were you a "mud potion, picking up worms with your bare hands and trying to climb every tree you see" weird kid, a "sadistically playing god with your barbie dolls/action figures/plushes" weird kid, or a "devouring entire novels in a single afternoon and then writing wish fulfilment self insert fanfiction for them before you even knew what fanfiction was" weird kid?

literally every aspect of life including just sitting in your room to study becomes more interesting and fun if you pretend you're the main character of a dark academia book and you're busy covering up a murder

when oscar wilde wrote “there are moments when one has to choose between living one’s own life, fully, entirely, completely-or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands” i felt that

“I am never in control of what happens around me, but i am always in control of what happens within me.”

— Fearless Soul

escapes for when you feel anxious

exploring a flowery town with cute villagers

drinking a milkshake in an empty diner at 3am

real life that feels dreamlike

cute sunflower field dates

in love with the universe

softest love songs

living inside an 80s tv show

drinking tea on a cozy raining morning

you’re an angsty teen in a coming-of-age film

summer road trip in the west coast

vacation in san francisco

living in an old French film

stargazing and contemplating the meaning of life

late night drives in a 90’s movie

watching a beautiful sunset over the beach with someone you love

feeling dazed and drifting off under dreamlike sunlight

going to the beach in a camper van in 1960′s california

collecting whimsical music-boxes and taking pictures of clouds in paris

falling asleep on the moon

city lights at midnight

half dreaming,half awake in faded 60s sunlight

remembering someone else’s memories like they’re your own

being the guardian of a snowy forest who befriends wolves and takes care of baby fawns

being in a vintage fairytale

wandering the avenues of vintage New York City

living in a cinematic landscape and watching over a magnificent scenery

exploring an art museum

eating fruit in a small italian seaside town

Ｓｕｎｆｌｏｗｅｒ Ｐｕｇ 🌻

These ancient mosaic fragments,  slightly submerged in the sea, can be found on a deserted stretch of minor road on the East coast of the Greek mainland, untended, unsignposted, unnoticed.