wit beyond measure

Hogwarts Express

It’s soon time to go home ❤️

What’s the point of having a balcony if you don’t stare from it mournfully as the fog envelops your sorrowful form

Benim şiirlerim çay kokar ,

Düşlerimde sadece sen .. 🦋

Mastery of HTML

quiz: are you hamlet, or are you horatio?

we aren’t even 30 notes in and. you all can’t be hamlet. we can’t ALL be hamlet

me throwing the canterbury tales across the room: flying chaucer

me throwing ‘sailing to byzantium’ and ‘the celtic twilight’ across the room: YEATS

*whispered* I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you both to leave this library.

one day you will wake up refreshed, drink coffee and be able to read a book the same way you did when you were little. you will have a cat who curls up to sleep on your lap or a playful dog who is happy to see you. you will be the kindest you can be, listening to stories, and checking up on people often. you will make pancakes in the morning and decorate your abode with plants, your old paintings and cozy cushions. you will fill photo albums with blurry photos of your new friends and road trips and summery evenings. you will visit your favorite bakery and library often, and keep in touch with people you love. things won’t be perfect, but you’ll be at peace with yourself and you will be in love with life again. 

I was about to be M A D but this is truly good advice.

things are starting to kick-in around here! it’s a little scary, and a lot overwhelming, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m finally starting to find my routine; and even though change is constantly a fear in my life, for once I’m craving it. it’s comforting knowing that I have the capacity to change. coming from the mindset I once lived in, these days seem more and more surreal as time passes on. sometimes it still feels like dreaming. but no- this is my life now.

now playing:

rawnald gregory erickson the second- strfkr

boys will be bugs- cavetown

so you dated the wrong person and learned a hard lesson. you chose the wrong major and had to start over again. you cherished a friend who backstabbed you. it sucks, but it’s also going to work out. that’s life; you learn, hurt, love, cry, laugh, and keep going. you experience setbacks and you grow and it’s all okay.

I was talking to someone today about writing, and I was surprised by how amazed they were by writers’ ability to create a story. They couldn’t understand how JKR was able to create the world of Harry Potter–how she came up a world so far removed from our reality. 

It made me realize something; not everyone can come up with worlds on a whimsy. Not everyone can create characters that they grow so fond of that they’re like real people in their eyes. Not everyone has gone through the experience of a character derailing their story and swearing it wasn’t them typing those words in that document. Not everyone can just envision a story and then just write it. 

I’ve been making stories since I was a small child–it’s something so ingrained in me that to imagine not being able to write (no matter how much I agonize over writing woes) is such a foreign concept to me. Writers, cherish your ability to create stories. Because not everyone can create stories. Because there isn’t anyone in the world who can write the stories you are writing. Because you don’t know when or where there might be a person in the world who needs to hear your story.

this might be a hard pill to swallow for college students but getting drunk all the time isnt a personality trait it’s alcoholism