*me reaping* i know i for sure did not sow this much no way all this was me

*scrolls far back into my blog* oh yes…i was suffering quite vigorously here

“‘Passion has often worn our wandering hearts.’“ 

- W. B. Yeats in “Ephemera”

Me in history class: Wow, humanity has been through some fascinating times!  I wonder if I’ll ever live through major historical events!

Me now: NO NO NO NO NO I WANT TO GET OFF THIS RIDE

Archaeologists, 2000 years later: why this bitch buried with toilet paper

yes i do the cooking

yes i do the cleaning

yes i stay up at night because my life’s devoid of meaning

oh how i wish i could disappear to a tiny village in italy and live in floral dresses and never wear shoes and fall in love with another beautiful stranger every week, but alas, i am merely a teenage girl living in the definition of suburbia.

Yeah a boyfriend sounds nice but an archenemy you can make out with in secret sounds ravishingly pleasing.

thequeensclock:

DARK NATURALISM

- studying by the open window of ur house, feeling the breeze

- reading murder mysteries in a field of green green grass

- mysterious forces in the woods

- ignoring mysterious forces in the woods bc you have a midterm tomorrow

- following mysterious forces at 3 am because you’re done revising but couldn’t sleep anyways from all the tea

- tights and light plaid skirts;reds and maroons and whites;button downs;dresses of all kinds

-trousers either ankle length or rolled to be so;lightweight jackets;linen

i’m not explaining this well hehejs

Graveyard sculptures. 

Reading theory papers in my discipline