𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝙹𝙹’𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝, 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚙𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚢. 𝙸𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚡𝚢𝚐𝚎𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚜. 𝙺𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙹𝙹 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎, 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗, 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗: 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢’𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝.

**𝕁𝕁 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕂𝕚𝕒𝕣𝕒 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥

𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙀

milfchellepfeiffer:

corrodedbisexual:

Once more for those in the back.

undercover-witch:

enochianribs:

enochianribs:

oh to have a silly little house like this…

the inside has to look like this.

the peasant in me just thinks how hard it’d be to clean.

thatsbelievable:

louisegluck:

ALT

May Sarton, from Journal of a Solitude [ID in alt text]

bluemusickid:

antimonarchy:

I love my mutuals, but I don’t really care for the ‘specialness’ associated with them. want to send me an ask off anon? do it. want to tag me in a post? do it. follower, mutual, or just random person who stumbled across my blog: I crave interaction and literally do not mind.

THIS. The inherent cliques formed is so weird, like pls message me, send me an ask, pls don’t think that just because we normally don’t talk, I won’t reply

hatin:

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strawberisapphic:

everyone has a ship thats just: theyre perfect. they hate each other. theyre married. they havent spoken in 15 years. they have date nights three times a week. theyre divorced. theyre pining, its unrequited. its requited. theyre starcrossed. theyre meant to be. theyre doomed by the narrative. they love each other. theyve never held hands. they wont stop making out at parties. they cant look each other in the eye