Cubitum Eamus?

Life’s a Bacchanal.

[liridi-deactivated20250617]

oh to have a bodyguard who calls me “my lady” and blushes when I say something sly

[alatteofautumn]

Autumn makes me want to live in a small town with tons of history and character. Leaf-strewn cobblestone streets. Old buildings and homes that range from small cottages to large estates. Maple, oak, and pine trees line the streets and cluster in yards, and when they all turn orange and gold in the fall it’s the most beautiful sight. Small local businesses thrive. It’s walking distance to your favorite coffee shop or diner. There’s an ancient library on the edge of town with the greatest selection of books, comfy armchairs, tables, and big windows to read by. Time moves slower there. Everything is safe.

[abernathytheasparagus]

Please...?

[rosenaufsuden-deactivated202003]

Autumn & Dark Academia Things:

Heavy oxfords paired with your favourite dark trousers; the pockets filled with library and café receipts.

Black earl grey tea and coffee cups left on the window-sill as rain falls softly. A classical record plays in the background, crackling with the grains of time.

The golden September light falling gently on the campus buildings. A cold breeze slips under your tweed and wool as you notice new secret engraving on the stone walls.

The feeling of a new notebook, leather bound and with empty white pages. Your fountain pen rolling along the wooden desk.

Your shoulder aches under the weight of all the books you’ve brought home, perfumed with the ancient musk of the hidden library you’ve discovered for the first time.

The leaves swirling past as you sit on the bench on campus, filling your curious mind with secret languages and the sonnets of your most treasured poet.

[there-is-still-some-liquor-left]

literature tumblr is revolutionary in the way that it tricks kids into literary analysis by framing character analysis as headcanons it’s like wrapping a dog’s heartworm medication with lunch meat like gay moths to the flame

[vintagepales2-blog]

The Pushkin State Museum of Fine Arts, Moscow

[amurder-ofcrows]

during my workouts there’s always a point (normally around the 40 minute mark) where i ask myself “why am i doing this? i’m a humanities and arts student i’m not meant to be buff”

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“I hope that someday, somebody wants to hold you for twenty minutes straight, and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms, without an ounce of selfishness in it.” - Adrienne Shelly

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“Every morning I jump out of bed and step on a landmine. The landmine is me. After the explosion, I spend the rest of the day putting the pieces together.” - Ray Bradbury, Zen in the Art of Writing

via @quotespile

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.” - Sylvia Plath (via amargedom)

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“I do not think I have it in me anymore to struggle and fight and suffer; I want to be quiet and happy.” - Martha Gellhorn

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“That we’re going to die is something we know from the moment we are born. That’s why, in some ways, it’s as if we were born dead.” - José Saramago, Blindness

via @quotespile

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“To whom do I owe the biggest apology? No one’s been crueller than I’ve been to me.” - Alanis Morissette

via @quotemadness

[relatablepoetryandquotes]

“You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.” - Ernest Hemingway

[forthepleasureofmylife]

Be Not Inhospitable To Stranger  Lest They Be Angles In Disguise

Shakespeare & Company Paris

 Photo: Dieter Krehbiel

[asexualbookbird]

my superpower is going into a bookstore and immediately forgetting the name of every book ive ever wanted to read

[abernathytheasparagus]

If this ain’t me 😂

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“When you begin to write you’re in love with the language, with the act of creation, with yourself partly; but as you go on writing–if you follow it–it will take you to places you never intended to go and show you things you would never otherwise have seen.”

Margaret Atwood, from the preface of “Second Words: Selected Critical Prose,”

[ephmeral-stars-deactivated20200]

sex is great and all but no feeling is better than the one you get when you’re reading a slow-burn fic and your ship finally kisses