Mushy and fluttery friends
I have the sudden urge to just cut contact with everyone I know, and to become a mysterious person who everyone is curious about , but they dont know anything about me.
I want to be seen walking through the rain on a Thursday evening with my trenchcoat and purple scarf, headed to the bookshelf, where I can sit and look brooding while reading the many used books.
I want to then disappear, and no one sees me leave. I want to be a mystery. I want people to wonder, "who is that? And why are they here?"
Johann Zoffany Self-portrait, 1761 (detail)
some old photos of st. paul's cathedral, london.
on the topic of hmc i always felt bad for markl when howl was losing it over his hair like poor kids standing there with the exact same hair color
bookstore cats...the cutest!
caravaggio’s hands in various paintings 🌙
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Fall is getting nearer and nearer which means it’s almost socially acceptable to watch over the garden wall and obsess over it again