Love how tumblr has its own folk stories. Yeah the God of Arepo we’ve all heard the story and we all still cry about it. Yeah that one about the woman locked up for centuries finally getting free. That one about the witch who would marry anyone who could get her house key from her cat and it’s revealed she IS the cat after the narrator befriends the cat.

How do i find comfort in something besides alcohol

What’s up with that, why does it make me feel like that

We played truth or dare and he dared me to find his lips and kiss him. Definetely the sexiest faceless statue I ever kissed.

How much impossible it is to go to England for summer before starting university and maybe finding some old grandma that needs help with her second hand bookstore and ,,oh wow that is exactly what i know how to do” and then i would be living with her and we would run her little cute shop and i would slowly get to know her backstory, like how she ended up all alone with this shop, and i would maybe regret getting to know all of it, but please tell me, is this all really that impossible? I just want to be in England and work with books, that is all i want

(If you are a old woman with intriguing past and some kind of bookstore i beg you, give me a chance)

The voices are telling me to go back to the land of sheep, cobblestone houses, beautiful gothic buildings and ginger beer. I do not understand why I am so fixed on England, I just am. I am currently thinking about running there, where-ever in that beautiful country, and leaving the future I have in my state. Maybe for a year but hopefully forever. I can’t think of anything I would like better than being there.

Speed sheep, come back please

GUYS! If you liked SKAM I have a great TV show for you. Its called ,,Mixte 1963" or ,,Voltaire high". Its got the same vibe like SKAM, but Its happening during the 60s in France. There's a lot of romance and it also discuss important stuff (feminism, lgbt rights,...). Give it a chance, I promise

Edit: Its also giving chaotic academia vibes sooo

I wanna make a mistake, why can’t I make a mistake.

Argh! Finally, the season when I feel like a hundred year old vampire is stalking me is coming

co-organizing a poetry reading today

I spend a lot of time just smoking and drinking wine in this window, and It is not even mine.

i love her i love her i love her

i love her i love her i love her

i love her i love her i love her

I think I made her up

Update: I am writing a fan fiction of Romeo and Juliet for my friend, because she has to submit it to her creative writing class and doesn’t have a time for it.

There is a small private library in this apartment, with many books printed at the begining of the 20th century

Two ladybugs on two ladies