“I Know A Bank Where The Wild Thyme Blows, Where Oxlips And The Nodding Violet Grows”

why cant i be a 20th century schoolboy studying shakespeare with his group of morally grey friends

"This story is a tragedy because it didn't have to end this way."

vs

"This story is a tragedy because it was always going to end this way."

mary shelley writing about a monster rejected and abandoned by its creator and dedicating it to her own father i need to smoke a blunt with her i need to give her head

I’m fine

you're not ascending to godhood you're just dehydrated

what they dont tell you about growing up as a very lonely little girl is that you grow up and still a part of you remains that very lonely little girl

in pinterest we trust

perpetually torn between:

taking classic literature seriously and over analysing every detail so that I can deeply understand themes, motifs and references and absorb every poetic quote into my being OR treating classics as if they were just silly little stories about silly little gay people doing the most weird, unhinged and out of context shit ever (which they are)