I Think We Should Talk More About The Fact That Henry Is Basically The Personification Of The "beauty

I want to be someone's muse, the object of someone's desires. I want to be something somebody thinks about all day. I want to be painted on a canvas by a painter, to be written in words by a poet. I want to be the inspiration for somebody's art.

― Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Idiot

23 august. Something is not right. There's a soul on my windowsill.

i love my erratic and enigmatic henry winter

oh how I keep thinking of how tartt would write me if she ever did

(it's never happening)

Damnation by Clara

depraved and withered. deprived and starved. they watch as i wallow in my despair in agony. they do not deny my suffering, simply ignoring it. the hatred, the tension. it’s all become too much for my tortured soul. wretched, corrupt, wicked. dark, evil, ornery. all my souls passions received in damnation.

I want to be so disgustingly over educated that the second anyone has a question they automatically know I have the answer to it

Yesterday I was talking with a friend of mine about what to write in a dating app bio and the only things I could come up with were:

I love studying (knowing more and more make me feel better than anything you'll do, potential lover), I love a good conversation (but if you'll know more than me then, believe me, I would do research just to beat you), I love reading (mainly morbid, strangely creepy yet beautiful books I will end up relating to, somehow, despite my dull life), I love playing cards (and I am way too competitive about it), I love gin and tonic (nothing to say about that) and plants (back with things to say because I can never keep them alive, beware, I am a murderer in my own right).

when henry winter said that all he ever wanted to do was live without thinking, i felt it on a profound level