Love letters written with fountain pens in the dim candlelight of a cozy mahogany studio to the soft underlying tune of a classical music vinyl while the stars collide and the memories abide.
the heart is ever searching for its truest home
"We know what we are, but not what we may be."
- Ophelia in Shakespeare's Hamlet, Act 4, Scene 5
not me scrolling thru studyblr instead of studying
she was haunted by the ghosts of Rembrandt and Shakespeare, and it showed
"Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood."
- George Orwell, 1984
pistachio academia
request of @jolivers-wonder 💚
Awww, warm hugs to the lovely @fenoy7!!
Also hugs to all my gorgeous mutuals: @skinnydiariesxoxo @macademia-blog @fictionalaffection @orphic-studies @schwarze-cat @kant-getenoughofyou @somberscribbles
Hug time! Pass this around and hug whoever you think is an amazing mutual 🎉🌹
@emoscot @laismoura-art @scentedcandleibex and the person who sent this ask!
sky is womb and she's the moon
reflection of divinity, fallen yet mending // side blog: @moonkissedpearl // INFJ-T
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