Reading By The Window While It Rains

St. Peter's Basilica.

Quoted a passage from The Aeneid and now my boyfriend thinks I'm a witch.

(images from pinterest)

allez où vous vous sentez le plus vivant 🕊

“a girl loves pearls before she loves herself”

never let a good notebook go to waste!

i wish we had dictionaries with poetic definitions in them. what is life? what is death? what is love? what is hate? tell me what it means in beautiful verses.

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

Classic Academia

Beige trench coat , wool sweaters, plaid skirts, think feminism fatale, but educated , sobbing in bed late at night over the secret history or dead poets society, tea with milk and sugar , subsequent tea strains.

*climbs out of a hole*

ITS OCTOBER AND YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS

*just throws on a red gnome hat and royal blue cape and proceeds to run into the woods after jumping over a wall in a graveyard and rolling down a hill and into a lake* tImE tO gEt lOsT