*is currently very sad about beatrice baudelaire*
places to be alone
- in a gothic cathedral
- lying in bed, listening to summer rain
- a hot bubble bath on a wintery day
- a bookstore or a library
- pine forest, neck craned upwards at trees against the sky
- natural history museum
- sunrise from a hilltop, with only the birds for company
- near a crackling fireplace with a good book and a teacup
- in the grass at sunset, watching the clouds and the butterflies
- riding a bike down unknown roads and getting lost
shakespeare is not pretentious. fans of shakespeare are pretentious. shakespeare is twelve hundred dirty jokes strung together by increasingly ridiculous plotlines and increasingly homosexual characters. don’t let the archaic language fool you
Maria Polydouri, tr. by Manolis Aligizakis, from “A Cold Breath Froze,”
(via brahmstoker)
(via brahmstoker)
I’ve lived on this earth as if out of place,
I deeply desire a Victorian glass greenhouse with all kinds of flowers and herbs, air ferns hanging from all places, and a trickling water fountain to create an atmosphere of serenity.










