All gay people do is sit around and describe the tattoos we want to get when we have the money
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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All gay people do is sit around and describe the tattoos we want to get when we have the money
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There is a strange, sort of serene, atmosphere surrounding the city and its inhabitants.
Maybe the cold temperatures and biting winds blow out the last bit of comfort out of people as they gaze towards the winter season.
08:50
will attempt to revise all day for my exam tomorrow, mildly panicking but all is well😝
I needed this so much right now
3:13 PM | books and perfume account for an embarrassing amount of my money
~listening to~ forest whitaker by bad books
a little bit of Eros, Magic and Renaissance studying for this rainy Monday evening
Friday survey: How many books do you have? And do you still have a space for them? 😄📚
Let’s borrow life preservers and jump over. I think we should do something spectacular. I feel that all our lives have been too restrained.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender is the Night (via minuty)
Retail is soul sucking at best, for almost everyone. Almost.
Me? I thrive off of it. I thrive off of the bastard customers and their anger, their rage; it fuels my fire. You hate me? You hate my service? I will be there to annoy you every time you want a coffee. I will be there, smug, your arrogance paying my bills and buying me antiques.
With every insult I grow stronger, more equipped to tackle any middle aged beast. I won't be defeated
good gods this is brimming with such raw power. I need to cultivate this mindset immediately, before i am forced to begin dealing with the public at my day job in a few weeks.
They can't hate us as much as we hate them
Giorgio Dante, born in 1982, is an Italian figurative painter who currently lives and works in Rome, Italy.
It’s not my responsibility to be beautiful, I’m not alive for that purpose. My existence is not about how desirable you find me.
Warsan Shire (via minuty)
To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night
🍂our shortest season
Adonis, ‘Beginnings of the Body, Ends of the Sea’ (fragments), Selected Poems (trans. Khaled Mattawa)
[Text ID: Ah, how deep love is in its hatred Ah, how deep hatred is in its love.”]
october mood: black turtlenecks, maple lattes, pearl barrettes, donna tartt, canvas book bags, and scattered leaves