Quiet Corridors Full Of Books Where We Both Sit On The Floor With Our Favourite Classics.

dark academia is basically what happens when you combine the chaotic energy of slytherins and ravenclaws

The rest is silence.

Dead Poets Society (1989)  dir. Peter Weir

— Fredrik Backman, Anxious people

Started dancing in the mornings while I make coffee again. I’ll be alright

Paul Éluard, Victory of Guernica (Trans. by Wallace Fowlie)

lesson planning last night while the snow kept on falling

TSH Moodboard: Henry & Richard

‘Henry?’ I said at last, my voice scarcely more than a whisper. He let the cigarette fall from his fingers and took a step towards me. It really was him - damp, ruddy cheeks, snow on the shoulders of his overcoat. ‘Good God, Richard,’ he said, ‘what’s happened to you?’ It was as much surprise as I ever saw him show. I stood where I was, staring, unbalanced. Things had got too bright. I reached for the door frame, and the next thing I knew I was falling, and Henry jumped forward to catch me. He eased me onto the floor and took off his coat and spread it over me like a blanket. ‘Where did you come from?’ I said. ‘I left Italy early.’ He was brushing the hair back from my forehead, trying to get a better look at my cut. I saw blood on his fingertips.

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