Hey So Um Your Boyfriend, He Bought A Pack Of Cigarettes And Mrs. Wagner’s Pies? And, I’m Sorry,

it’s a whole vibe

as far as I'm aware this comes from @NightTimeSecrets on weheartit 

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anerican choese

i killed a plant once because i gave it too much water. lord, i worry that love is violence.

— José Olivarez, from “Getting Ready to Say I Love You to My Dad, It Rains,” Citizen Illegal

Reading Times, Pennsylvania, October 14, 1926

-Wendla Bergmann.

This always makes me cry when she says it.

By me <3 

“Bysshe looked, as he always looked, wild, intellectual, unearthly; like a spirit that had just descended from the sky; like a demon risen at that moment out of the ground.”

— Thomas Hogg on Percy Bysshe Shelley (also, coincidentally, my aesthetic goals)

god I wish someone would describe me as wild, intellectual, unearthly

Real talk, as a teacher in England I can confirm that the British government does everything and anything to avoid teaching the true extent of colonial history to English kids. 

You ask a modern English teenager about Northern Ireland and they probably can’t tell you about fucking anything currently going on there bar ‘I think we weren’t nice to them’, and that’s the country next fucking door so you know they don’t know shit about India or the Middle East.

The English government PURPOSEFULLY does not teach English children the real in’s and out’s of the British Empire despite a recent call to ‘widen the breadth of our curriculum’ because then where would our football hooligans who defend statues come from? 

Have a good conversation with any bald headed English bloke wearing an England football shirt with an EDL tattoo and test his knowledge of the Empire he loves so much. 100 quid he knows fuck all beyond ‘we civilized those people!’

And this is why no one fucking likes us, because there’s no active effort to teach our younger generations why we were wrong or how to make things better, but there’s a clear educational agenda to shield young English children from any extensive criticism of England.

“How often do I lull my rebellious blood to rest, for you cannot imagine anything so erratic, so restless as my heart.”

— Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, The Sorrows of Young Werther (via theclassicsreader)

I'm fine. :’(

No one loves the light like the blind man

i missed this feeling... ur favorite band putting out a new song and listening to it all day... softly singing shiver while making tea in the evening... remember Pete saying we've always believed in quite an old fashioned way, in songs