most of the time everything sucks but when the sky is blanketed in dark blue-grey clouds after heavy raining and the sun starts to peek through the clouds so that the tops of trees glint pale green and every white structure is starkly, blindingly silhouetted against the sky i’m ok.
We stan!!!!
chaotic good
If anyone wanna fall in love with me, please do. I’m ready.
Sincerely, me.
My goal in life is to occupy an abandoned castle in the European countryside, keep a giant rose garden, only wear long flowing dresses, and become local folklore
Do we have a franz kafka diary entry for july 1st, i want to know what he thinks!!!
adulthood is realising no one cares about you and the show must go on
inm crying
Timothée and the Louvre.
all i do is sit and think about imaginary but extremely detailed romantic scenarios
i'm AWARE this is a stupid hill to die on, but like. trope vs theme vs cliché vs motif vs archetype MATTERS. it matters to Me and i will die on this hill no matter how much others decide it's pointless. words mean things