summum ius, summa iniuria

"'Cause if I can't have me then no one can." - 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 by 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐈𝐧 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞 ♤. ║ INTP ║ ੦ Ⅱ Ⅸ ║ Hall of Ýdalir ║ dianthus, monkshood, anemone ║ germanic studies ║ scent of books, nutmeg & woods ║ black cat crossing the street ║ late spring storm ║ in a ceaseless attendance at the Mad Tea Party ruins-of-her-peace chicory-and-birch

[ruins-of-her-peace]

"It is so easy for people to have sympathy with suffering. It is so difficult for them to have sympathy with thought."

𝑶𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆

Grievous beyond comprehension, utterly disgraceful and above all dismaying, but a fact nonetheless; people would rather suffer, as it is, regarding any efforts, easier, than the actual action of thinking.

Emily Yvonne

[faustique]

i take the art of disappearing very seriously

[academic-vampire]

𝔞𝔫 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫 𝔟𝔬𝔬𝔨

[bloggerinne-deactivated20250930]

i have this unrealistic fantasy in my head where if you calmly and logically explain something to someone perfectly they will understand your position and gain knowledge from the exchange. unfortunately in the real world this does not happen often

[shisasan]

April 13, 1913 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973

[pinkblanc]

[nonalimmen]

“Something I noticed about genuinely happy people: They're doing less. They have fewer goals. Fewer appointments. Fewer obligations. Most of what we chase doesn't matter. Busy is a choice. Peace is too. One looks successful. The other actually is.” - Scott Clary

[academic-vampire]

𝔭𝔢𝔢𝔯-𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔢𝔴𝔢𝔡 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔬𝔰

[shisasan]

𝙵𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝟷𝟼, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟺-𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟹

[shisasan]

Angela Carter, The Bloody Chamber and Other Stories The Snow Child originally published: 1977

[sympathywiththought]

Threshold of seasons

[litandlifequotes]

I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.

Frankenstein by Mary Shelley

[desescrita]

“My strength is in solitude. I’m not afraid of pouring rains or great gusts of wind, for I too am the darkness of the night.”

— Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star (trans. Giovanni Pontiero)

[chicory-and-birch]

..November coloured ink, ink-like grief, grief stained fingers, fingers stained with tears ~ invisible ~ words crawling like fog..

[ruins-of-her-peace]

Washington Irving, The Broken Heart

[aleprouswitch]

Reblog this and in the tags put your MBTI type + the last song you listened to.

[byzbi]