mushi-and-junior:
period moodboards: Ancient Greece (requested by anonymous)
Ποικιλόθρον᾽ ὰθάνατ᾽ ᾽Αφροδιτα,
παῖ Δίοσ, δολόπλοκε, λίσσομαί σε
μή μ᾽ ἄσαισι μήτ᾽ ὀνίαισι δάμνα,
πότνια, θῦμον
starsinursa:
me, as a kid: i can’t wait til i’m an adult so i can stay up late EVERY NIGHT
me, as an adult, crawling into bed at 6:30 pm: oh thank god
achasma:
Aurora and Cephalus (details) by François Boucher, 1769.
pinkmanjesse:
valentine’s day more like wednesday
People. People. Endless noise. And I am so tired. And I would like to sleep under trees; red ones, blue ones, swirling passionate ones.-Fyodor Dostoevsky, from
Complete Prose Collection; “The Brothers Karamazov,” (via
violentwavesofemotion)
Because, if you could love someone, and keep loving them, without being loved back … then that love had to be real. It hurt too much to be anything else.-
Sarah Cross,
Kill Me Softly (via
wordsnquotes)