Every One Of Us Is Losing Something Precious To Us. Lost Opportunities, Lost Possibilities, Feelings

I miss antique malls so much

actually, growing up is feeling like i turned sixteen two days ago. i’ve been eighteen for years. fifteen year olds seem so young. wasn’t i fifteen just a few weeks ago? all my friends and i are still twelve. i’m closer to thirty than to being a baby. i never got to be a kid. i never grew past eight. i can’t talk to my mom. i want to sit in her lap forever. i want to decide everything for myself. i need someone to tell me exactly what to do. the week is going by so slow. an entire year has passed.

Warrior husbands 🌌💙✨

#I love two gay dads and their son

“The reading of all good books is like conversation with the finest (people) of the past centuries.” – Descartes

Detail : Spring Scattering Stars, 1927, by Edwin Blashfield.

You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.

Pride and Prejudice (2005) dir. Joe Wright

dark academia study techniques

rewriting your notes, over and over and over again, not worrying about the neatness but paying close attention to each and every word

muttering every bit you know by heart under your breath as you walk down the streets

studying early in the morning, focusing on one sentence or chapter and pondering it through the day

researching things that you have questions about on your own, finding books on that subject and leafing through them

reciting your notes dramatically to your household companion or your stuffed animal

challenging yourself to think, speak, write and consume media only in your target language

eating certain snacks with different subjects and letting the smells trigger your memories

associating each subject to someone you know by sight only

romanticising bits that you have difficulty getting interested in

chanting your notes at night on a classical tune

studies at the Musée D’Orsay