Romance? Like In Those Hozier Songs? You Know That’s Not Real, Right?

Johann Zoffany Self-portrait, 1761 (detail)

I just want to sit in front of the ocean for a little while and listen to my comfort playlist.

rainy day ⛈️

Design study for a chapel interior, Italy

I have the sudden urge to just cut contact with everyone I know, and to become a mysterious person who everyone is curious about , but they dont know anything about me.

I want to be seen walking through the rain on a Thursday evening with my trenchcoat and purple scarf, headed to the bookshelf, where I can sit and look brooding while reading the many used books.

I want to then disappear, and no one sees me leave. I want to be a mystery. I want people to wonder, "who is that? And why are they here?"

some old photos of st. paul's cathedral, london.

some people were asking for actual advice and i can never pass up an opportunity to procrastinate so here’s just a couple of things i always need to remind myself of…now back to my paper :(

Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein—we’ve all been there in one way or another.

ー remains of spring