«oh, how i faint when i of you do write»

i went to the garden to pick oranges for my marmalade and found god instead. she told me it’ll be alright

autumn in rome means witnessing golden leaves reflecting the sun as they fall gently over the tiber and drown

the prettiest frankenstein edition

for you I would

Don’t you just love it when paperback books are the actual size of your pocket and you can bring them around like a little pet

Reading The Secret History on my early morning commute to college in Rome knowing damn well Henry Winter would love to be me

anything for our moony

remus lupin variant in which she’s a girl and the scars on her face are acne scars <3

Oh if only those rainy days spent reading could last forever

Please picture me in the trees

it’s october and I feel more like myself than I have in a long time

october days

Sally Rooney, Intermezzo

Septembers are meant for tea-stained mugs, mindlessly strolling through museums halls, petting kittens, studying in libraries until late and haunting houses when you have spare time