The Fact That Is Impossible For Me, In One Life, To Study Classical Studies, Archaeology, International

gonna start decomposing soon for so many reasons

reblog to decompose

you know you want to

approximation does not sound like what it means and it makes me angry

like, it sounds like it should mean something like precise

but it doesn’t

it’s a deceiver

whoever is writing my life has got mad writers block bc wtf am i doing

Bruh there's something comforting in knowing that no matter what I do or where I am, some part of me is always back here or back there with those characters and those stories that changed me, sometimes in small ways, sometimes in fundamental ways. And I know it's not real, but it's nice to imagine, to feel, that no matter what's going on with me, somewhere out there teenage boys in armor are chasing things that go bump in the night and two kids are experiencing a love story on the streets of New York and princesses and kings are sleeping underground while a group of friends are becoming family, orange cars are driving the streets, Spiderman is off to school, horses are being raised and raced by another love story on a faraway Celtic isle, and adventures are happening even if I'm not there to see them. But man is my heart out there with them

I hope you find your voice and that it echos to the edge of the universe. If you think it cannot reach that far, I hope you let it try.

me: *finishes a book*

me: it's time to go on tumblr and reblog every post about the book

Ok fine, I’ll make one of these too

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Bitches be like I have so much to do but end up laying on bed listening to wildest dreams (Taylor's version) while creating fake scenarios in my head. I am bitches.

friends

This world will never be enough for me. I'll never get to lead an army into battle and drink to our victory. I'm never gonna be the first wanderer to map the skies and lands of an unknown world. But, gods, will I try to. My mind is one of an explorer, a wild soul that cannot be tamed, but can be lost in books, music and poetry. A spirit that is kept alive thanks to the beauty of nature, whose eyes are filled with stars. Such a soul knows no death. I have roamed the Earth since the begging of time, searching for that spark of excitement that will ignite a fire. I have had millenia to adore what I am and what I've conquered and learned, but it will never be enough. I don't want it to be enough. An explorer with no places to go, or no hope to drive them, is dead. Thus, I have given myself to immortality.