It's Just Very Important To Me That You Know Prairie-style Gardens Exist.

Cigarette smoke and old books. Faded sketches and rain-soaked streets. The poetry of solitude written in sepia tones.

Instagram credit: cosyfaerie

maryloony

“These memories, which are my life–for we possess nothing certainly except the past–were always with me.”

― Evelyn Waugh, Brideshead Revisited

I'm a traveler with a murmuring heart and dead soul, travelling across the dark alley of life

2024-09-29

A week’s worth of study pics in chronological order.

I have an organic chemistry test coming up on Monday, and no matter how many questions I do, I don’t feel like I’m prepared. It is, however, unfortunately Sunday, and my last chance to study what I could.

Wish me luck!

he lives the poetry that he cannot write