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Vincent Van Gogh at the Musee d'Orsay

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js but I love that you reblog Hozier text posts because I miss him alot and the only time I see anything Hozier related pop up on my dash is when you reblog it so thanks for that <3 I hope you're having a great day (and I absolutely L O V E your blog so much!)

oh my gosh thank you so much, and i love hozier and i honestly died reading that textpost, i showed my family, my friends, my dog, hozier himself, it was so funny and i am glad me reblogging it put some joy into your life!!! i also miss chet faker, and get ready bc i am about to reblog my other favourite hozier post 

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My fave from Bath Abbey this weekend ✨✨✨

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Some of my favourite photos from my trip to York 

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! One Month To Go !

I’M FREAKING!!! In one month’s time I will be getting on a plane and flying halfway around the world to Manchester, UK for a semester abroad! It has taken just under a year to plan (being accepted into my University’s abroad programme, being accepted into UoM, and then all those crummy things such as paying for flights, student accom., visa, etc) but that leaving date is approaching so fast now!! 

In truth, I have been experiencing some butterflies in the stomach. I’ve never gone this far overseas before, and the two times I have left NZ (both times to Rarotonga so idk if it counts) I had always had family with me. This time it’ll just be me in a different country for almost six months. It’s a daunting thought. But I’ve wanted to go to the UK since I was fourteen, and I’ve wanted to travel since I was even younger, and there is no way I’m giving this up. To quote the Hamilton musical, “I am not throwing away my shot.”

So let’s push away the doubt. Let’s look forward to all the awesomeness that’s gonna come from this exchange. I’m excited to be getting back into University life, but the fact that I’ll be getting back into it in the UK?! So awesome. 

~Michaella

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Our love was like the willow Grown tall and fast and strong But when the winds did billow It sung our love's death song / You did own my tender heart But he did own your mind Poisoned words had blown apart Our life, and left you blind / You started to groan and moan Said things that were not true A bruised cheek from a hand thrown And pale skin turned blue / You ended my guiltless life So now you must atone Put down the pillow and knife Repent, and then come home

Desdemona’s Song Revisited (Inspired by William Shakespeare’s Othello) (Via @extradreamy )

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Multiple studies have the usual answers when it comes to the question: "What do you fear most?" One survey's top answer was public speaking. Another had spiders. Heights, needles, clowns, flying, blood, death, they all appear on one of the many lists. I think they've forgotten some, though. For example, I am scared of magpies. An unfortunate - albeit funny - childhood incident has cemented this fear in my mind. I am also afraid of deep water. The fear of whatever is hiding down in the ocean, over those underwater cliffs, sinking deep into a dark oblivion... It's almost enough to put me off swimming altogether. But what about the other fears, the ones that people are too scared to even admit to? I don't think those that were surveyed were personal enough when it comes to these types of fears. If they had been then there might've been some answers like this: I fear growing up. The transition from child to adult is a frightening thought. Where was Peter Pan when I needed him most? I fear being left behind. My mother wants to die before my father because she can't bear to live a life without him. I doubt she is the only one to have this thought, this fear. I fear falling in love. If it happens, will I know? Will it be real? A repeat fear of deep water: I fear the unknown abyss of love. And, finally, the worst one of all: I fear unrequited love. To be in love with someone who doesn't - and will never - love you back? It's a slow, rotting death, like watching a rose wilt away. Like feeling your heart break one small piece at a time.

The Study of Fears (via @extradreamy )