the moon and her stars
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.
Mushy and fluttery friends
Chris Daniele
sorry to disappoint you, but i’d rather stare out of the window, listen to music and create fake scenarios in my head than do those worthless mortal tasks
Parco Durazzo Pallavincini, built between 1840-1846 in Pegli, a town to the west of Genoa, Italy.
a study of the moon
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
Reading, to me, is escapism, frantically reaching for another reality because I simply cannot stand this one.
Over the Garden Wall
Led by the mist by the milk-light of moon, all that was lost is revealed. Our long bygone burdens, mere echoes of the spring, but where shall we go, and where shall we end? If dreams can’t come true, then why not pretend?
That time of year
No grave can hold my body down
I'll crawl home to her
Hafodunos Hall (an abandoned mansion) in Llangernyw North Wales. This hall was a gothic revival house designed by Sir George Gilbert Scott for Henry Sandbach.
Gothic Revival architecture was a movement in the 19th century where admirers of this style tried to revive medieval gothic architecture.
The Sandbach family sold this mansion. It had many uses such as a private school for girls to an old people’s home that was later shut down.
In 2004 the house was destroyed by a fire leaving the mansion completely abandoned.
once again why did we let masquerade balls and handwritten letters and heart lockets and daggers strapped to thighs go out of fashion
talking to people and collecting clues in a murder mystery kinda vibe
fuck you for making me a poet.
Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein—we’ve all been there in one way or another.
English literature academia aesthetic appreciation post.
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"A man can be himself only so long as he is alone; and if he does not love solitude, he will not love freedom; for it is only when he is alone that he is really free."
-Arthur Schopenhauer
07.02.2021 | francesca alexander in the biblioteca nazionale centrale di firenze and angelica kauffman, self portrait as the muse of painting, in the uffizi
Jane Austen’s handwritten manuscript of Persuasion
La Seu Vella, Lleida, Catalonia. Photos by Adeline Gressin
Design study for a chapel interior, Italy
This is a composite of meteor images captured during the Perseid maximum in the morning of the 12th of August 2016. Image credit: Michael Nolle
visit the beach, strolling along the sand with a battered paperback in your hands
like a page in your scrapbook with ribbons, beautiful calligraphy and moments that make you smile
write poetry about somebody you've never met before
learn how to perfectly make your favourite drink, practise until you couldn't possibly make it better
write as many letters as you can - to your past self, future self, future friends or lovers - whoever you like
learn phrases that you think are beautiful in another language, even if you don't learn the whole language
overanalyse every book you read, or, only read it once! allow it to hold on to your heart rather than your head
make art with no thought to it, bold strokes, soft pencil marks, whatever speaks to you
dance around your room alone to slow songs and realise you are truly lovely, my dear