“You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.”
— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
turn up the volume on your favorite song to scare the serotonin out of hiding
me, watching madame tracy tone down her look and change her aesthetic for shadwell & anathema burning 300 year old historic documents next to the guy she slept w bc of a prophecy: ladies they’re just not worth that!!!!!!
Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin.
(archive moodboard for @woodlandhalls)
ok but the concept of a rivalry is just so funny. it’s like “i’m literally obsessed with you. you’re the only motherfucker on the planet worth my undivided time and attention. i spend hours planning in detail exactly what i’m going to say and do the next time that we meet. but, like, i fucking hate you.”
my names macbeth and wen its nite or wen the moon is shiyning brite and to their sleep the men do cling i stay up late
i stab the king
me: [listens to a new song]
my brain, upon receiving one single hit of Döpamine™: we shall listen to only this song until we have wrung every last neurotransmitter out of it
Gertrud Kolmar, tr. by Michael Hamburger, from “Out Of The Darkness,” (x)
“That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.” - F. Scott Fitzgerald (via thegreatgatsbydaily)
gabriel: shut your stupid mouth and die already 🙃
crowley:
*minor inconvenience*
Me:
The reason why I love the line, “you go too fast for me Crowley” is because it sounds like it would be ripped from The Angst™ Chapter of a 200k slow burn, friends to lovers fic that’s got 1500+ kudos and over 500 comments.
I don’t have a train of thought I have seven trains on 4 tracks that narrowly avoid each other when the paths cross and all the conductors are screaming
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot
my favorite journal page so far. this is what happens while listening to ‘Back to Black’ by Amy Winehouse at 12:47AM.
Warm tones + Chicago
I’m sick and tired of being called “mortal” like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.
Me, being led to the guillotine: so, no head?
@perseusnet ··– q u e s t # 2, who’s your godly parent? · · · a p o l l o The national divinity of the Greeks, Apollo is the god of archery, music and dance, truth and prophecy, healing and diseases, the sun and light, poetry, and more. (insp.)
i just wanna be a pirate….tall leather boots……those fancy sleeves……swordfighting……..standing dramatically on a bowsprit or mast………….climbin some rigging………….getting rich and getting drunk w a crew…………..shooting a cannon……….the Dream
“Nature is woman’s best friend,’ she often said. ‘If you’re having troubles, you just swim in the water, stretch out in a field, or look up at the stars. That’s how a woman cures her fears’.”
— Fatema Mernissi (via observando)
a little louvre love #tbt (at Musée du Louvre)
the level of unimpressed morgan showed when the actual avengers showed up on her front porch is only achievable if your own dad is both the smartest person on earth but also the strongest avenger
“The answer would be: I write because I have read.”
— Kate Briggs, This Little Art (via antigonick)
“It is not only that I am tired. I am sunk in a lethargy of boredom too deep for action of any kind.”
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Eugene Jan Boissevain
i love when you listen to a new song and you’re like three seconds in and you’re already like yes this pleases me it is mine
For every reblog this gets, I won’t self harm for a day. Every reblog is someone who cares, and as a result; I care about you too, so I’ll follow you and DM you. Every reblog is a name I’ll write down so I can look back and remember all the people who care. Every reblog is a beautiful person. I love you all, whether you do this or not 💗