Sorry To Disappoint You, But I’d Rather Stare Out Of The Window, Listen To Music And Create Fake Scenarios

I just want to wander a thorn-covered castle by candlelight, write you love letters as a storm thunders outside, and drink red wine as I read poetry by the fire.

all bitches want is to be yearned for.

it’s me, i’m bitches.

i love reading my own blog… its like a window into a version of tumblr with no bad posts, because i never have made a bad post in my life and my blog is perfect

late 19th century perfume bottles

Emma (2020)

It is the very error of the moon; She comes more nearer earth than she was wont, And makes men mad.

~William Shakespeare

me, logging into tumblr and seeing some stupid shit in the replies section, gritting my teeth:

I do not exist but I’m based on a true story