That’s literally me.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.

Charlotte Free in ‘Don’t Be Cruel’ by Donna Trope for Purple Fashion #22

Me whilst watching the Reichenbach Fall:

Love this dress …

I WANT IT !!!!!!!!!

Unadvertised love #Paris #Shots


they even got the beauty spot bruh 😭

“It’s a memory technique, a sort of mental map. You plot a… a map with a location - it doesn’t have to be a real place - and then you deposit memories there that… theoretically, you can never forget anything. All you have to do is find your way back to it.”

I love it …

I WANT IT !!!!!!!

I have literally been studying for my Greek final for almost a week now, more than I have ever studied for a test, and I started with the hardest guy first so tl;dr now I’m doing the easier stuff, and I’m just READING IT. At some point in the semester I went from absolutely not being able to do this at all to BEING ABLE TO DO THIS. I’m seriously sitting at my kitchen table drinking English Breakfast and casually reading a law case in ancient Greek!!!!

CURRENT ASSESSMENT OF ABILITIES!!: I am wearing khakis and an open blouse, tracing the spellbook with my fingers. We are making our last stand in the temple complex of Oxyrhynchus–claymation skeletons are already scaling the cliff. There is sand in Chris Pratt’s hair. He is pleasantly brown. 

“ANY TIME NOW WOULD BE GREAT,” he yells back at me, peering over the edge and reloading his revolver. 

“Oh, give me a minute,” I huff. (I have a British accent, and am clearly more annoyed at his distress than anything else.)

“Oh my god!” I yell.


“A three-bar sigma! These papyri are much older than we-” 

Chris Pratt makes a strangled sound and opens fire on the skeletons. I blow my bangs out of my eyes and continue translating.


Everyone creates the thing they fear…

Beautiful Hairpin …

I WANT IT !!!!!!!!!

He looked like an acorn so this had to be made.

This is my favorite gif ever

I’m the one on the right.