Maria Magdalena by Guido Cagnacci (1601 – 1663) | Germanic warrior with helmet by Osmar Schindler (1867 – 1927)
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
cherry valley forever

#extradirty

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occasionally subtle
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$LAYYYTER
Keni
we're not kids anymore.

Love Begins
trying on a metaphor
Mike Driver

if i look back, i am lost

Discoholic 🪩

Andulka
hello vonnie
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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

shark vs the universe
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@a-redistribution-0f-matter
Maria Magdalena by Guido Cagnacci (1601 – 1663) | Germanic warrior with helmet by Osmar Schindler (1867 – 1927)
dark academia is when you have to read the crustiest pdf known to man
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“1. This is how the story goes. A boy raised in captivity falls in love with a sun he sees for the first time, flies too close thinking he can possess it, doesn’t listen to a father’s warning and plummets into the sea. His father grieves, so everyone grieves. The story is immortalised in the boy’s blood, a tale passed down with silkdelicate care through eternity. 2. There is another story. In it a boy asks too many questions, lusts too much for more, dares to question his father’s authority. He is banished from the skies, sent falling from the heavens but he does not die. Instead he is named ruler of all that is cruel, painful and wretched with the world. No one grieves for this boy, as he is deemed the root of all evil. 3. It is the way of the universe for boys to disobey their fathers, for children to question what they know and want more, more from their lives. 4. The way a father chooses to love after this happens is how the story is told. 5. This is the reason everyone weeps for Icarus. 6. It is also the reason no tears were ever shed for Lucifer.”
— Icarus and Lucifer, Nikita Gill (via meanwhilepoetry)
some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs
* body language masterlist
* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does
* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes
* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said
* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again
* some more body language help
(hope this helps some ppl)
This saves my life
This is the writers bible
THANK YOU
Third time I’ve reblogged this
here’s around 8 minutes of deleted footage from after the play in dead poets society!
might reblog with some thoughts on it later, but in the meantime, feel free to watch & enjoy (or criticize) as needed <3
why study when i can think about gay poets
my university campus is so peaceful and quiet during the summer
"Untitled" by Fiona, posted to Tumblr on May 21. 2014
Going to a library with someone you love and sitting in a corner with your head propped up on their shoulder while you both are reading books in peace and calm is the most intimately wholesome thing ever.
Me and who
Bram Stoker’s Dracula, First Edition, 1897 Published in Westminster by the Archibald Constable and Company
The Last Supper, D. E
stumbled across this essay in my university’s arts library and i literally cannot stop thinking abt it
Carolyn Kizer, From Yin; “Antique Father”
Childhood made everything feel like it lingered. The time it took for hot chocolate to cool down was eternal. Christmas day took weeks. The two-hour drive to my grandparents' house took us to a new world. It's all too fast now.
Shout out to all the notes-app poems, love letters, secrets, novels, diary entries, bucket lists and lyrics that were hurredly typed into people’s phones at 3am and then hidden from the world and forgotten. Maybe one day you’ll open the app and laugh at how pretentious you were, or maybe you’ll smile at that part of yourself that noone else saw
i hope i am not just a tumblr account to you but someone who you’d decay in an ancient forest with
Borrow books, share pdfs, email ebooks. Understand that academia is expensive. Make it more accessible, help someone gain knowledge. Dismantle the disparity with second-hand books and hand-me-downs. Share. Share. Share.