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
period drama + writing | moodboard
it was a reading day | more on my instagram account: thomreads
finally using my desk to study. i plan to research on trauma theory in literature and finish my essay on poe. [x]
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
me: procrastinates on my homework and projects, puts off everything until i reach the point when i have to stay up until 5 am finishing everything and then having a mental breakdown over empty mugs of coffee because i have a quiz at 6:30 am that i did not study for
me: d A RK ACADEMIA