Happy mothers day to Victor Frankenstein

i already have a job and it's called keeping myself alive. why do i have to be employed on top of that

when you start reading again and it's like oh. oh . the sun actually does still shine.

Juillet 3. Canal du Midi. Toulouse, France.

cemeteries aren’t creepy they’re actually devoted to memory and rest and love and humanity

They fucking killed a gnome in my yard

just wanna find the softest grass i can find and lay down in it and look at the sky for a very very very long time

strange omens gather at the end of the street

the problem with being creative is that you start to feel very guilty when you haven’t created anything in a while

this one’s for the @re-dracula team

‘Study of Thistles’ by Sophia L. Crownfield, c. 1890.

god people have always been people. victorian noblewomen stubbed their toes and swore about it. medieval peasants ripped hangnails a little too hard and sucked on it to make it better. cavemen put kids on their shoulders so the kids could get their handprints up on the wall. someone in the 1760s played with their dog and someone in the 1340s dragged themself out of bed at some unholy hour of the morning to soothe a crying baby and someone in the 1550s stuck a flower behind their lovers ear. I'm gonna be sick people have always been people