*in the mood to join virginia woolf in HER mood to dissolve in the sky*

Might fuck around and disappear into an ancient forest & never be seen again

oh to be a young man at boarding school and experience the inherent homoeroticism of poetry-based camaraderie

Tags from @froody that are a big same

What you have to understand is that i’m a huge ass slut for Classic Literature 

college is like *gets an email* *walks somewhere* *realizes u left ur water bottle at home* *walks somewhere* *walks somewhere* *gets an email* *gets an email*

do you ever think about how weird it is that the moral of Frankenstein is kind of less just “graverobbing is weird and creepy” and more “take some fucking responsibility if you’re going to do so”

“if you’re going to create a large corpse son, you better be ready to love him”

“We can’t play God and then wash our hands of the results.”

Might fuck around and disappear into an ancient forest & never be seen again

it’s just me and my four hundred unread books against the world i guess

september will be kind. september will be magical. september will bring the missing energy. september will be working towards our goals and self. september will be a month full of growth.

y’all im on the sparknotes twitter and i am losing my goddamn mind

You ever see a pretty dress, a well-organised notebook, a peculiar balcony or read one line of poetry and get the overwhelming urge to reinvent yourself

All the fucking time