Not actually the Victorian poet AC Swinburne

I can’t sleep, I have to torture myself psychologically

tomorrow i fix my life #fixmylife #tomorrow

the worst part about grief is that it feels like the world should be horrendously earth shatteringly changed, and to an extent it IS but its also the same. to everyone else it's just another tuesday. the world moves on. you have to go grocery shopping.

favorite thing about tumblr is having a fandom in law. no i haven't watched this show and i'm not planning to. but my moot is having fun!! look how much they love it!!! i'm supportive from the sidelines!

sending him on an etymological journey

on nights when the veil is thin u can read rpf on jstor

@jstor thank you

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I love when ancient poets talk about how doomed & hubristic seafaring is. like yess lets surpass our natural limitations and travel to unknown places. let's test the boundaries between life and death with our human ambition. let's shipwreck ourselves and bring nothing but grief and tragedy to human history with our overstep. this is so sexy

man: has anyone ever told you you’re beautiful? me: oh no sir, today is my first day out of doors and papà forbade mirrors in the house lest we fall victim to vanity

advertisement should be illegal. this is based in the 3rd pillar of my belief system: leave me the fuck alone

it is complete highway robbery that murray gold's work on doctor who isnt considered among some of the best tv soundtrack work of all time

[one single bloodcurdling agonized scream] ok time to lock in

Vikings didn't have horns on their helmets but I bet if you showed them a single modern Viking depiction they'd all start doing it like gangsters imitating The Godfather

you guys should be doing the assigned prereadings for my posts