[shakespearesdaughters]

[victorianlonging]

If you cannot love me, I will die. Before you came I wanted to die, I have told you many times. It is cruel to have made me want to live only to make my death more bloody.

Giovanni’s Room

[the-end-society]

Tea and books. The loves of my life.

[alyssawat]

[shakespearesdaughters]

[kisames]

[damnfrnz]

in my shakespeare era: [beware the ides of august, full of terror before the upcoming end of summer and the beginning of a new academic year]

[joytri]

boarding school aesthetic

[flowersforfrancis]

[niddy-writes-randomly]

August 19, saturday : madness, unforgettable, breathing.

[flowersforfrancis]

[niddy-writes-randomly]

August 31, thursday : september opened its doors.

[princetofbone]

I want a cup of tea with a splash of milk, some rain, and for it to be cool enough outside that i can wrap myself in a blanket

[disguisedfeelings]

“Because when a writer gives you a gift as precious as their work, they give you their trust, their control, their heart put to paper.”

Lancali, I Fell In Love With Hope

[joyexe]

[rainbowskytiee]

“𝑴𝒂𝒚 𝑰 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏? 𝑶𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓? 𝑰 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒊𝒓.” —𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒛 𝑲𝒂𝒇𝒌𝒂 ♡

[mychaotic-academia]

POV: You’re solving an ancient mystery at your boarding school