haunt me then

nin | she/her | xxii | german | literature student

[apoembymiria]

normalize reading a book without caring if the spine breaks, folded cover, misspelled annotations and just a ruining the book completely

[loumargi]

Vicente Lopez y Portaña (1722 -1850)

[starwarsrebels]

I am no mother, I am no bride, I am KING FLORENCE + THE MACHINE

[minthara]

[arcanewraith]

When Florence said “I need my golden crown of sorrows, my bloody sword to swing, I need my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology”

[stlowens]

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals

[taohun]

working for the knife

[milkysoftandrosy]

I’m both excited for and terrified of writing my bachelor thesis. I get to write about Charlotte Dacre’s “Zofloya” (an underrated gem!!) and its conventions of the male and female gothic which is super interesting but i’m lowkey scared of not being able to do it justice...aaaaah

[obiwan]

Mitski Working for the Knife (2021)

[flowerytale]

Virginia Woolf ― The Waves

[kristenbouchard]

good fucking lord i would just like to spend so long walking around a museum that my feet hurt by the end of the day. maybe pop into the gift shop. grab a latte on the way home. jesus christ

[right-here-deactivated20240923]

Honestly, i want a real thing with someone

[missmountain-deactivated2021101]

[saint-rouge]

Third edition of Les Misérables with antique postcards and letters written by Victor Hugo and Victor-François Hugo to Hugo’s Italian Editor

[etherea1ity]

But I can see us lost in the memory

August slipped away into a moment in time

'Cause it was never mine

[longlivetv]

Cheers to everyone whose most relatable lyrics on folklore are “they told me all of my cages were mental so I got wasted like all my potential” and “look at this godforsaken mess” and “pulled the car off the road to the lookout, could’ve followed my fears all the way down” and “stood on the cliff side screaming ‘give me a reason’” I love you and I believe in you

[somerabbitholes]

What must I do to be the owner of an antique store that’s in a corner that you can find only when you least expect it, and the inside of which smells like old wood and old things and there’s a cat that comes and goes and no one really knows how the shop is surviving because no one seems to buy anything yet the shop’s just always there