I was just wandering...

"My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations." 💫

[prince-vegeta]

*doesnt talk to tumblr friends for 6 months*

*thinks about them and hopes they are okey dokie*

[brokenlockets]

today my literature prof was daydreaming about being a existentialist poet in 1960’s paris. he was going on about how he just wanted to drink wine in dusty bookshops and argue philosophical theories with strangers and i swear the entire class let out the most dreamy sigh… i’m convinced everyone who loves literature is the exact same person

[darkacademiaaa]

Dark academia looks today and every day

[birthdaylobotomy]

part of me wants to live a calm life, living in a small light house in New England and drink too much tea while writing flowery poetry about the mysterious strangers in the grey, sea salt scented town. another part of me wants to live in a mountain tucked village in Switzerland, owning sheep and cats and traveling across Europe every summer with my dog, reading books and keeping secrets. the third part of my soul wants to live in an apartment crammed city in the sixties, writing books and living in crowded apartments with artists who smoke and swear and throw extravagant parties and witness the growth of a culture. all of me wants to live

[marydsign]

Van Gogh style by Aja

[thestrawberrynight]

now all I need is to have a large library in an old house, which is located on the outskirts of a small town, with a lot of magic books that can help make a potion for a variety of purposes, cure a person or predict the future

[thegreatgodbird]

if you’re not wandering around in a sprawling library aimlessly running your hand on dated bookspines before settling down with a hardcover classic on a window seat while the afternoon rain pours down from outside then that’s the point

[bebemoon]

good places to sleep: 

by the green pond behind the abandoned manor

on the sun-dappled riverbank with your arm thrown over your eyes

in the temple ruins, at the foot of the towering marble likeness of your lover-god(dess)

at a roman banquet, beneath piles of fragrant rose petals

in the abandoned manor’s solarium as it rains 

[mysecrethobbithole-blog]

Hidden natural beauty of Pakistan

[mysecrethobbithole-blog]

Huts in North Pakistan

[bibliotheque-la-nature]

An artsy loft in LA

[iamonageostationarysatellite]

'Sometimes there is no happy choice, only one less grievous than the others. - Jon Snow'

[mysecrethobbithole-blog]

vintage aesthetics

[ironic-feminist-deactivated2018]

I honestly think that crying over a book is one of the most prominent sign of compassion for humanity. You’re crying over someone who isn’t really there, doesn’t really exist, but you still feel for them as if you have known them your entire life.

[iamonageostationarysatellite]

Old and rusted.

[bibliotheque-la-nature]

Perfect nights

[bibliotheque-la-nature]