Something In Me Simply Can't Let Me Use This Blog As Freely As I Used To Do With Twitter. Maybe It's

I am OBSESSED with people telling me how they met the love of their life. Just found out my director met his wife through a misdirected email - that’s fate right there.

i've just rewatched dead poets society and for a favourite movie it sure does a lot of damage on my mental state

i guess i kinda want to get back to tumblr and actually use this blog,, all of the other media just don't seem as comfortable nowadays

"fuck you my child is completely fine"

your child reads classic literature for fun

beloved is such a good endearment. it’s like so intensely loving, so tender, so succinct & to-the-point. beloved! one who is much loved (by me!)

“Letters from Medea”- Salma Deera

tbh the real advice I’d give to anyone is, do shit alone. go to a museum & go at your own pace & leave the instant you’re done. go somewhere you’ve never been and just wander around, duck into & out of places as it pleases you. linger as long as you’d like.

One to use for breathing today.

I started this one when the first book released and I never finished. I glad, cause this way I could add Alex!

Art is mine, pls, DO NOT repost or edit without permission. Reblogs are fine!

International book covers of Shakespeare’s Hamlet.