Glimmering Darling Dolly

Nikos Engonopoulos, from Bolívar, a Greek Poem

Gloomy but beautiful morning thoughts

The intro to Lana's Coachella set. 🌴

The urge to learn every language and play every instrument and travel the world and live through every historical time period and be a writer and a poet and an actor and

fckyeahtudorwomen:

to survive on tumblr you must either; not go to the club, experience long term celibacy (wanted or unwanted) or be unemployed.

raise a glass to the posts you love that end up deleted. to the fanart and fanfics you lose track of and can't locate. to the blogs you used to look through that ended up unexpectedly disappearing. to the things you didn't archive because you always assumed they'd be there.

i'm not rotting in my bedroom i'm a princess locked in a castle

There are some things about myself I can't explain to anyone. There are some things I don't understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I'm after. I don't know what my strengths are or what I'm supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared I can only think about myself. I become really self- centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I'm not such a wonderful human being.

Haruki Murakami, The Elephant Vanishes

maybe i was born to read fanfic and obsess over fictional men idk