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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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One Nice Bug Per Day

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if i look back, i am lost
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DEAR READER

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Janaina Medeiros
YOU ARE THE REASON
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@granny-o
How Many Fish
Vanya
ig: mag_gypsy 🍁
Fjærland, Norway - the Norwegian booktown (bokbyen)
Anna Akhmatova, from Selected Poems; “Don’t Frighten Me,” c. October 1959
cute things to call your girlfriend
demon queen
mythic bitch
the almighty
Livin’ the dream, that one.
Leaf Time!
Halloween costume
ruska (noun, finnish): autumn colours; the process of leaves turning red and orange.
my books came yesterday and they’re so cute!
Hogwarts House Aesthetics
Gryffindor:
Coffee stains on their work, messy handwriting squeezed into the corners of pages, curling up in front of the fire place, laying outside in the sun with the wind in their hair, chipped nail polish, scuffed shoes, hot chocolate with a sprinkling of cinnamon, earphones tied in a knot, whistling along the corridors, being breathless, wide grins and messy hair, feet hitting hard on the ground as they run, falling asleep in the oddest positions
Hufflepuff:
Grass stains on knees, wrinkled sheets of paper falling out of their notebooks, a strand of hair always is out of place, squeaking of their shoes on the floors, always reminding their friends they love them, taking in deep breaths of fresh air, laughing until their stomachs hurt, singing or humming songs under their breaths, notes to themselves written in the borders of the pages of their books, blankets wrapped around them
Ravenclaw:
Ink stains on their hands, wrinkled shirts, sitting by the Black Lake studying, fixing their hair, hair ties on their wrists, calm music, long showers, doodles in the corners of pages of their notebooks, stretching after sitting in the same position for hours, sleeves rolled up, wide yawns and sleepy voices after staying up way too late, piles of books they promise to read, picking at their nail polish when in class bored
Slytherin:
Make up stains on their clothes, drinking glasses or hands, shirts tucked into trousers/skirts, drinking tea/coffee in the mornings to wake up, looking at the stars at night, ice cold water, heels on wood/marble flooring, secrets glances at their crushes across the room, loud music blasting through headphones, songs that get the adrenaline pumping, fingers skimming over water before throwing stones in, slinking into the background because they don’t want undeserved attention
Euripides’ Hecuba c. 424 BC
not 2 be annoying but you know what i want???? a group of close friends who love poetry, old literature and philosophy and appreciate all the marvelous pretentious things in life. i want to meet up with them at midnight in the halls of an old castle or in a quiet corner café in the city center and share our poetry and thoughts and give each other books with scribbles in the margins. i want to write with them and discuss our ideals about the world and our hate for institutions. i want to run through dark alleys with this group of friends while the city is empty and scream verses that have been composed onto a rusty typewriter a few centuries prior to our existence, to feel the orphic magic of having these words on my lips heard by other people who adore them too. to share this flame of thirst for knowledge and imagination. to share this world of academia with people who have pieces of this world within them too. i want this so much!!!!! oh my god!!!!!!!!