"Every Man Is A Creature Of The Age In Which He Lives And Few Are Able To Raise Themselves Above The

reading through my first ever austen novel

honestly i love the entire “woman falls for fearsome supernatural creature that truly loves her and treats her well instead of her intended human suitor who is only interested in the status marrying her will bring them and doesn’t care about her happiness” genre because it combines all of the things i look for in an ideal romantic partner: someone tall and strong, but tender and kind, who cares about my happiness, and fangs

secret history

stained wine glasses; a broken teacup lying on the floor; wool mittens; is that red wine or blood?; butterfly knives; whispers under trees; an out of tune piano; melted candles; quills; bowl of milk on the windowsill; cherries; secrets almost told; books stacked on every surface; knowing looks across the room; multilingual conversations, kisses on stairwells

dead poets society

dog eared books; bandaids on scraped knees; red bicycles; white coffee mugs; number 2 pencils; untied shoelaces; bits of moss and leaves in your hair; (does he like me?); dollar store snacks; mist; confessions of love carved on a school desk; would you rather games in moonlight; crinkled paper; books laid open on the bed; hugs so tight they hurt; Shakespearean insults; platonic (or maybe not) touches

kill your darlings

cracked spines of paperbacks; wire rimmed glasses; broken windows; sweaters; elbow patches; polaroids locked in a box; overdue library books; bitten nails; avoiding eye contact; grass stains on suits; splinters; touches under moonlight; bruises; withdrawal; crackling of fires; late night coffee runs; sweaty palms while talking to the one you love

A different world.

gloomy days and online classes

Charles and Camilla's apartment

Does anyone else remember that sequence in tsh where hampden like bends over backwards to get richard financial aid and get him out to campus. What the fuck was that. What WORLD was he living in.

I don’t have bookshelves so... it’s kind of a mess down here

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He who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster. And if you gaze for long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you.

- Friedrich Nietzsche, Beyond Good and Evil