Wisteriaacademia112 - Coffee And Tears

December’s immaculate coldness feels warm. December feels like blood.

— Zinaida Gippius

" Autumn is my season, dear. It is, after all, the season of the soul. "

- Virginia Woolf

If they aren't going to read books to me in the park during a picnic date I don’t want them

No one should have to work in the summer. Summers should be for reading poetry, drinking wine and falling in love.

Karl Bryullov, ‘Last Day of Pompeii’, (Details)

my favourite coping mechanism is buying books

Priestess of Delphi by John Collier (1891)