let the Christmas spirit thaw your frozen soul. warm it in the fiery glow of nostalgia, in the lingering embers of bygone days. remember the warmth -- even if just for a little while, my dear
echoes from the halls of knowledge
she was haunted by the ghosts of Rembrandt and Shakespeare, and it showed
What pasta is secretly your favorite?
I would have to admit that my favorite is Ravioli. I cannot resist a good stuffed pillow of dough. Shhh 🤫
the sun rises and sets in your eyes, my everlasting Love
"We know what we are, but not what we may be."
- Ophelia in Shakespeare's Hamlet, Act 4, Scene 5
i just want to exist in a library, hidden among the pages of Homer, the smell of coffee and Greece and books filling the air
sometimes after I take a shower, I feel like the Phoenix reviving from its ashes
frantic writing and study halls
bring back tumblr ask culture let me. bother you with questions and statements
reflection of divinity, fallen yet mending // side blog: @moonkissedpearl // INFJ-T
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