I Had A Nice Saturday Morning Studying Latin.

ate the entire chocolate bar in one sitting

I’ve been getting into sketching with fountain pens, I love the way it looks!

Hand details (comparatives) Henry Cabot Lodge, John Singer Sargent | Zwei Hände Mit Stock, Wilhelm Leibl

Concept: I finish school. The job I work isn’t my dream job but I enjoy doing it greatly still. It pays enough to cover everything I might need. My bills are never overdue. Money is not a thought in my head. I have a place to live. So do my dogs. It is nice and warm, I have some plants, my bookshelves are full, my sheets are always clean. There is time to read at the end of a day. I read a lot. Thinking is a good thing. I meet up with friends regularly, old and new. They love me. We make memories. I have nothing to be ashamed of. I travel a few times a year, always different places. The places I see steal my breath away. The people I meet teach me of life. They are good. There is no war. The sea calls to me and pay visit. I am independent. I am content.

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

ig: fourthepigram

a bunch of scribbles 

mood: reading gothic literature at night by lamplight, drinking black coffee sweetened with honey, watching shakespearean tragedies at the theatre, freshly cut roses, wearing the same delicate jewellery everyday, reading textbooks about the supernatural, burning candles on an autumn evening, writing letters to far away friends

"Every man is a creature of the age in which he lives and few are able to raise themselves above the ideas of the time."

-Voltaire

“I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer’s day”

— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

aftermath of my first exam of the week - jan 2022