Vintage Perfume Bottles, Dusty Books, Stained Glass Windows, Velvet Sofas, Dried Roses, Lipstick Smudged

I haven’t finished Emma yet, but I have a theory. I’ve had this theory ever since we first saw Emma, Harriet, and Mr. Elton in a room together, but I’m just sharing it now. I think Mr. Elton might like Emma and not Harriet? No, I’m nearly positive. I guess we’ll see?

This very morning, my history professor picked up the book I was reading, looked me in the eye, and said “Don’t read Wuthering Heights.” He then proceeded to walk away and continue class.

what do you do when the love you thought would last forever just walks away?

what do you do when you know this time its you, its you, its your fault, you chased him away?

what do you do when they hurt you but you know you hurt them even more?

what do you do when you try your best but your best isnt enough?

what do you do when the good ones hurt you?

do you just move on?

do you ever move on?

does it scar you?

do you forgive them?

do you forgive yourself?

In Greek, "nostalgia” literally means "the pain from an old wound”. It's a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn't a spaceship, it's a time machine. It goes backwards and forwards, it takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It’s not called the wheel, it’s called the carousel. It let’s us travel the way a child travels - around and around, and back home again, to a place where we know we are loved.

Don Draper, “The Wheel”

ACHILLES AND THE LONDON BOY:

Photo Board

Center: James Leicester

Left: Diana Mayor

Center: Henrik Olsen

Left: Theo Fraser, Center: Alexander FitzDonald

Center: Alexander FitzDonald

Left: Theo Fraser, Right: Alexander FitzDonald

Left: James Leicester, Left Center: Henrik Olsen, Right Center: Theo Fraser, Right: Alexander FitzDonald

Back: Diana Mayor, Front: Alexander FitzDonald

Left: Alexander FitzDonald, Center: Theo Fraser, Right: Diana Mayor

Left: Alexander FitzDonald, Center: Diana Mayor, Left: Theo Fraser

You’re just lovely

Awww, thank you!! Love from Italy!!!

Yours,

Giulia :)

hey reblog if you believe that having a different romantic orientation than your sexual orientation is perfectly okay and valid. i want to see something.

because you were only 5 when you learnt the dark was something you should be afraid of and that night, a child found god in the bathroom light

when you turned 11, someone said you were too loud, too brash, too annoying for a girl; they made you think you’d never make it in this world

then came your 13th birthday when you realised that your mother would only love the person you could become for her, so you made yourself smaller and smaller until you ceased to exist outside of your own mind, screaming “are you happy now, mother?” but no voice comes out because you can’t be too loud, remember?

at 15, you hated yourself for not being able to fight without crying (you still do) so you don’t let anyone in that can hurt you

and now that you’re 17, you’ve waited for summer long enough to know it will never arrive for a person who says so little of what she means.

// you’ve been 8, on your way to 18, and barely survived the years in between

carpe noctem