wifeofcamillamacaulay - Tumblr blog

wifeofcamillamacaulay · 1 year

Text

i'd read books, visit museums, living in a cottage with big garden, chase butterflies, sunbathe under extreme sun, travel to places no one has heard of, get lost in cities, write, sit by the window and let the raindrops caress my face, bake fresh warm cookies and just enjoy the melancholia as it becomes a part of my life.

832 notes · View notes

wifeofcamillamacaulay · 1 year

Text

"if only you knew" - some cute and shy crush scenarios

prompt list by @novelbear

awkwardly laughing to try not to malfunction when they're given a compliment

smiling real hard when texting them

^ then realizing what they're doing and smiling even more because they just love this feeling

knowing the little things about them

praying that they don't notice their heart racing as they give them a hug

when they get a little too close and it's over

gazing at them from afar because they're just so...

"i think about you a lot." "aw, really?" [panicking] "no." "oh."

when they compliment something that they've been insecure about and it just breaks them

"you get flustered really easily...cute." "haha...thanks...i think. was that a compliment? why are you laughing."

being asked to take photos of them and of course they accept, but they can't seem to focus properly

unconsciously showing displays of affection (ex. playing with their hair, rubbing their hand with their thumb) because it comes natural when with them

^ but when they get called out for it, they scramble to find an excuse (and maybe give an unnecessary apology)

"would you like to hang out?" "of course! i mean, yeah, it would be nice..."

"you've been kinda obvious." "....what."

realizing that their crush likes them back and it's been clear as day.

4K notes · View notes

wifeofcamillamacaulay · 1 year

Text

dorian gray was so dedicated to intense emotion that he became a remorseless killer and rodion romanovitch raskolnikov was so dedicated to being a remorseless killer that he became intensely emotional

2K notes · View notes

wifeofcamillamacaulay · 2 years

Video

MOTHER IS COMING!!!

Here’s the teaser trailer for the videos I’ve made for Midnights 🌌 Thank you Amazon for premiering this, the first video for Anti-Hero will be out tomorrow at 8am ET. And Midnights will be here SO SOON!!!

https://taylor.lnk.to/taylorswiftmidnights

14K notes · View notes

wifeofcamillamacaulay · 2 years

Text

A "If We Were Villains" playlist I created not too long ago

22 notes · View notes

wifeofcamillamacaulay · 2 years

Photo

‪“i want to make romeo jealous. i want the dead lovers of the world to hear our laughter and grow sad. i want a breath of our passion to stir the dust into consciousness, to wake their ashes into pain.”

oscar wilde; the picture of dorian gray‬

5K notes · View notes

wifeofcamillamacaulay · 2 years

Photo

Midnights, the stories of 13 sleepless nights scattered throughout my life, will be out October 21. Meet me at midnight.

Pre-order now: https://taylor.lnk.to/taylorswiftmidnights

34K notes · View notes

wifeofcamillamacaulay · 2 years

Text

I love literary memes

5K notes · View notes

wifeofcamillamacaulay · 2 years

Text

-William Wordsworth

114K notes · View notes

wifeofcamillamacaulay · 2 years

Text

I was a gifted child. Until I wasn't. I was the golden girl. Until I couldn't burn anymore.

My parents expected me to build wings of gold and fly further than anyone could ever try. I don't blame them, having a child to raise is like sculpting a clay pot, you can shape it the way you like, paint it the colour you fancy. To raise a child is to play God. To raise a child is to be God.

But to be a child is to fall, to make mistakes, to fail. The thing about being too bright at an early age means you burn out by the time you're 16 and suddenly the world around you becomes more gray and terribly, terribly lonely. The fire is never warm enough, nothing is ever enough. And one day you find yourself begging to a godless sky, begging for a new spark.

I was a gifted child once. I was the golden girl. And one day, I burned out.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

17K notes · View notes

wifeofcamillamacaulay · 2 years

Text

I want Hozier to write a poetry book and then I'm ready to die

#hozier #the hoziest #wasteland baby #cherry wine #take me to church #academia aesthetic #romantic academia #romanticism #poetry #hozier my beloved #Hozier music #andrew hozier byrne

269 notes · View notes

wifeofcamillamacaulay · 2 years

Text

He's a 10 but he has a morbid longing for the picturesque at all cost and didn't know humans walked on the moon

706 notes · View notes

wifeofcamillamacaulay · 2 years

Text

Dear Milena,

I wish the world were ending tomorrow. Then I could take the next train, arrive at your doorstep in Vienna, and say: “Come with me, Milena. We are going to love each other without scruples or fear or restraint. Because the world is ending tomorrow.” Perhaps we don’t love unreasonably because we think we have time, or have to reckon with time. But what if we don't have time? Or what if time, as we know it, is irrelevant? Ah, if only the world were ending tomorrow. We could help each other very much.

― Franz Kafka

21K notes · View notes

wifeofcamillamacaulay · 2 years

Text

me with writing

I envy those who have found that one thing they’re crazy passionate about. I’m talking unrelenting, ballistic , feral all consuming fiery passion. Regardless of whether it be towards a job or a hobby or even a person. I want to experience the feeling of hardly being able to contain myself simply because of how much I feel for it. To feel as though every time I’m faced with it , I’m reborn . Over and over and over again .

399 notes · View notes

wifeofcamillamacaulay · 2 years

Text

"what's your type?"

"fictional"

#literature #bookblr #romantic academia #morally grey villain #henry winter #james farrow #grayson hawthorne #academia aesthetic #fictional men #dark academia books #books and literature #writersociety

466 notes · View notes

wifeofcamillamacaulay · 2 years

Photo

“Were you in love with him?”

“Yes,” I say, simply. James and I put each other through the kind of reckless passions Gwendolyn once talked about, joy and anger and desire and despair. After all that, was it really so strange? I am no longer baffled or amazed or embarrassed by it. “Yes, I was.” It’s not the whole truth. The whole truth is, I’m in love with him still.

1K notes · View notes

wifeofcamillamacaulay · 2 years

Text

169K notes · View notes