THE GENTLEMAN’S GUIDE TO VICE AND VIRTUE, mackenzi lee
we are not broken things, neither of us. we are cracked pottery mended with laquer and flakes of gold, whole as we are, complete unto each other. complete and worthy and so very loved.
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THE GENTLEMAN’S GUIDE TO VICE AND VIRTUE, mackenzi lee
we are not broken things, neither of us. we are cracked pottery mended with laquer and flakes of gold, whole as we are, complete unto each other. complete and worthy and so very loved.
Darkly academic things to do if (like me) you're in isolation:
Write letters to your friends and family, detailing how boring it is to be at home all day.
Sew a complete outfit of historical garments.
Teach yourself a craft with the supplies that you already have (or order them online).
Follow historical recipes.
Write King Lear.
Binge all of your unread books, or hold a read-a-thon.
Become paranoid because there's a raven following you around, saying 'nevermore'.
Redecorate your rooms in a way fit for a tasteful gothic manor.
Drink copious amounts of tea.
Work on improving a skill (such as painting in a certain medium or embroidery).
Have a Buzzfeed Unsolved marathon.
Catch up on work that you've missed, taking your time to make your work ~aesthetically pleasing~.
Pretend it's 1653 and hide from the black death.
Learn a piece of music on your instrument.
Mend any clothes that have tears or broken buttons.
Spring clean.
Plant flowers for the summer.
Cry because your exams are likely to be delayed, meaning that your next year's of education will be messed up and you won't have summer holidays.
Take on a research project (if you have the time) on a topic that you enjoy and want to know more about.
The words form fluent, for shy hands to type. May their meaning find your heart, my love.
Flustered writing, shy in its confession of love. Knowing her starlight eyes will find my flustered words long before I voice them
Truly magnificent, that we - across such distance - both marveled under this unique sky. That even apart, we both felt the beauty, the connection.
I hope in 2020 you get to write that thing you’ve been wanting to write, and you write it amazingly.
Positive you needed to hear this too, I sure did
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May spring's kisses embrace you sooner my love, for I have a surprise for you when it does
You will forever own a piece of me that I can never take back
Lesbians in Dark Academia
studious & sapphic
Where from comes this fascination with the old, faraway & classical? The longing for grand architecture of smooth marble, forgotten books and their knowledge
“I am all the things I have ever loved”
- Toni Morrison
To love then, is what makes me
The 20's are upon us, so let's bring back going to university in suits, smoking in cafés while discussing academia, wearing bold red lipstick everyday and getting absolutely drunk on weekends while listening to jazz
Happy New Year: the recipe
artemis: each hunter of artemis has to swear loyalty to me to join me in the hunt while also becoming immortal as long as they do not break their vows or fall in battle.
the hunters of artemis: right so immortality, awesome hunting skills and being surrounded by girls 24/7, what’s the catch?
artemis: they must turn their back on the company of men.
the hunters: i said what’s the catch
Life without you, is akin to a summer without sun, a song without melody. You my sunshine, fill my life with your melodies ♡
Strange how nostalgia strikes, and beckons a soft tune of things I almost remember and a song someone sings...
The darkness and strong winds came too soon. A moment more they'll stay, fore winters bliss wisps it all away. Until then, keep the kettle warm.
As if the sapphic undertones were not apparent