Completely Sober In The Club Googling Worst Medieval Executions

I'm written by Donna Tartt. Not in the way that I'm ethereal and smart and well-read. But in the way that I will do anything to be perceived well by a bunch of pretentious people. In the way I never feel smart enough, worldly enough, or that I'll ever fit in, but I'll pretend that I do to a fault. In the way that despite it all, I still have a god complex regarding my intellect

really the meaning of life is when a singer stops singing and the crowd knows every single word

Henry Marchbanks Winter is so funny without trying to be. He’s like, “Turns out our Shakespearean poison drama won’t work. In light of that, we will be instead shoving him off a cliff.”

(yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist) (yearns for a past that does not exist)

more of an idea of a person rather than an actual one

whole life convincing yourself that you’re emotionless, cold and unbothered only to realise many years later that you created that version of yourself because in reality you couldn’t bare the thought of being vulnerable in any way

and when you finally realise that it’s not something to be proud of you also realise that it’s too late to re-learn everything

you feel great shame because you finally see that you weren’t actually strong - all of it was a weakness. the thing you hated the most. you couldn’t embrace it

and worst of all - you realise that you’ve become exactly like the person who hurt you in the beginning

i need this, this is much more dramatic than a thermos

1920′s Traveling tea case. From America in the 1920′s, FB.

this song makes me want to run through the endless fields in the sunset