If you ever hear me speak you’ll probably think that i’m some uneducated lunatic that can barely read my name , but give me a book to explain and analyze with you and i’ll sound like words flow through my veins. It’ll sound like the greatest symphony of literture thats ever been spoken.
“Kaç yaşında olursan ol,
Uyuyunca geçecekmiş gibi gelecek.
Kaç yaşında olursan ol,
Uyuyunca geçmeyecek.”
Its too sunny to photograph a black dress! What a lovely problem to have :“)
Black vintage dirndl, back to school style 🌱
𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉
𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆
𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆
𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌
𝒐𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒍
𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉
𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏 -
me
I don’t know why i stopped smiling In selfies. I just really don’t fucking feel like it
If you guys are ever out for a walk and you start to get bored, think of yourself as an austenian heroine.
I don’t care if you’re a man, woman, or non-binary, in your head start narrating your actions like it’s 1812 and you have gone out for a country walk after you were proposed to in the most insulting manner…
I swear it makes literally anything seem romantic, bonus points if you make up scenarios in your head that involve a man riding up to you on horseback.
Me cracking open another classic romance novel: hmmm, what male character shall I project into this time?
The 30ish man who has had hardship in the past who falls in love w the protagonist but she never notices until the end: hey-
Me pointing furiously: THAT ONE THAT ONE RIGHT THERE
too cute not to share
Adriean Pietersz. van de Venne, Two Skating Owls (Hoe Passen Wij Bij Een / How (well) we fit together), ca. 1620-60, engraving, Rijksmuseum Amsterdam.
the academia aesthetics is just trying to look like a sickly victorian school boy and dressing like a gay European film student
Ready to move from sunshine & Hawaiian shirts & shorts to warm jumpers & blankets.
My county has the most churches per capita of any in England. They used to say ‘A church for every week of the year and a pub for every day.’
