[sad-goth]

you said you‘d help me

but here i am

feeling worse than ever before.

if this is how you help people,

i don‘t want to know how you hurt them.

[optimistic-nihilist]

[hwhwgwhnwnwbwbwg-deactivated202]

[victorianaest]

Me, on my first date : do you mind if I ask your participation to an ancient, wild and crazed ceremony in honor of Bacchus, Greek god of Wine, involving drugs, alcohol and sex ?

[oscar-still-wildin]

feeling that oppressive urge to have a group of friends who have weekly dinners at someone’s apartment, flock together on campus, debate literature and philosophy over wine soaked nights, study in the library together long after everyone’s gone, write each other letters when we’re apart for the holidays, run about the woods at night and be utterly, utterly free.

[winslowat3am]

✧* Vintage Flower Fairies by Cicely Mary Barker ✧*

[happyheidi]

[happyheidi]

come find me.. x

[queenmoriarty]

POV: you get lost in the woods and find this haunted house all abandoned

[annwn]

[bbgirl-aesthetic20]

[bbgirl-aesthetic20]

[bbgirl-aesthetic20]

[plumstreet]

WHERE is that poem about that person learning all about their partners hyperfixation before getting dumped the last line is like "love is a stack of books on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end" I need it to feel whole help me please

[cielosky]

NYT Tiny Love Stories, 2/11/2020

A Bookmark Near the End

He loves history. He wanted to write a biography of John Quincy Adams. I, shamefully, knew almost nothing about John Quincy Adams, so I went online and bought every biography of him I could find. One day, he called me, claiming that we wouldn’t work out long term. He said he loved me but that we had different interests. “What does love mean to you?” I said. “That’s an impossible question,” he replied. I, however, find love to be quite simple. Love is the stack of biographies on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end. — Julia Nicole Camp 

[zephyr-of-death]

how am I supposed to stay sane after reading this smh

[amaliacornaros]

We were always surrounded by books and words and poetry, all the fierce passions of the world bound in leather and vellum.

[queenmoriarty]

When death

Takes my hand

I will hold you with the other

And promise you to find you

In every lifetime

[squichky]

Thinking about when Oliver saw James as Romeo and had a reaction which is the mental equivalent of falling to his knees and compared him to the most beautiful mortal in Greek mythology -