To Define Is To Limit, Darling.

How to: Confidence

Hold your head high

Look others in the eye

Laugh at yourself but not at others

Smile

Stop apologizing

Good manners (please and thank you)

Dress in a way that shows you have self worth

Expect others to believe you

Expect others to like you

"Real confidence is walking into a room and assuming everyone likes you."

Fake it till you make it. Before you know it, it's no longer fake.

She grows up feeling wrong, out of place, too dark, too tall, too unruly, too opinionated, too silent, too strange. She grows up with the awareness that she is merely tolerated, an irritant, useless, that she does not deserve love, that she will need to change herself substantially, crush herself down if she is to be married

Hamnet - Maggie O’Farrell

I went to see Mozart’s Don Giovanni in the estates theatre, where it had originally debuted in 1788.

*drowns myself in romanticized idealizations*

Leonardo da Vinci sketches x

R.H Sin

No matter how many times i read and finish a book i'll never get used to the feeling of that suffocating hollowness that brews inside me.

That seeping realisation that

that's all it was

a book.

“𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵, 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴?”

-𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘰𝘸𝘴𝘬𝘪

Love should be easy, like sunshine on a summer day, like peeling oranges. It should be easy, but it isn't.

Some nights I still love the boy I loved when I was 13 even though I never think about him. He wrote me letters every time he missed me and played Panic at the Disco a little too loud. A girl I once held hands with all night told me that a full moon means the sun was happy that day and I still try to make the sun smile every time I look above. And it shouldn't have hurt when I told her I didn't love her anymore, I didn't. But some days I still do.

Love should be easy but it's old photographs, it's love letters that I still keep in a black box by my bedside table. It's puzzles whose pieces don't exist in my memory anymore. Love should be easy. It isn't.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

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