Going To A Museum And Meeting Your Enemie

"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all."

-Oscar Wilde

I'm once again fighting the urge to fake my death and move to a small city and open a little florist shop or cafe filled with books

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My relationship with time is complicated. I either feel like four hours is two minutes or I feel like five minutes is twelve hours. Months don't make sense because some of them feel like they take four months and others don't feel like months at all. I could've sworn I was 16 eight years ago and I feel like I've been alive at least 74 years and this month doesn't feel like January because I'm still in the same mental state as I was in November.

nature series 26/∞

~ Flowercows ♡ 🌷🐄 🍃 ♡

what emotion do you write from

homosexuality

“a girl loves pearls before she loves herself”

aesthetic for @cassiopeia721

old maps pinned to your walls

flipping through a history book, piecing the past together bit by bit

ivy covered walls

books on world affairs and political science piling up on your desk

crumbling stone illuminated by flickering candlelight

using history to inform your opinions on current events

the rich green of early summer

taking time to yourself to gather your thoughts

a notebook and pen in your bag at all times

rushed handwriting, legible only to you

the moment of clarity when inspiration strikes

reading the news while a cup of tea steeps nearby

practicing martial arts, paying attention to the movement of your body

dark colors, an air of mystery

reading under your favorite tree

a love of people, of the vibrant lives lived by everyone around you

learning about niche historical figures

growing plants on your windowsill

a desire to understand the world you live in

saving photos of the places you want to travel someday

studying the past to learn the origins of the present

hate how my parents assume i'm being lazy and unproductive when i'm on my phone. like i could be writing poetry or reading an ebook or learning a new language. i mean, i'm not, but i could be.