If The Weather Of The Last Days Had An Aesthetic

I want the cliche kisses in photo booths. And the candid photos of me when I’m not looking. I want the week long road trips with the windows down and my feet up on the dash. I want hands clenched tight when we’re intimate. I want shared showers the morning after. I want breakfast in nothing but oversized t-shirts. I want tv show marathons with extra buttery popcorn and makeout breaks during commercials. I want “I love you"s and “you’re beautiful"s and my name blended in curse words while you moan. I want time and promise and happiness and intimacy.

*scrolling through tumblr mobile* yes i love dark academia

felt like drawing some women and some bugs you know how it goes

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

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everytime my seasonal depression kicks in i feel like persephone's mother watching her decend to hades, feeling the joy & hope draining from me with every minute darker the days get.

English literature academia aesthetic appreciation post.

Shakespeare and Company, Paris.

talking to people and collecting clues in a murder mystery kinda vibe