ugh. where’s all the GOOD music these days. it’s all just rapping and beibers and directions. i miss the days where i could go into the local tavern and hoist a mighty flagon of mead to a jaunty tune on the lute of a young bard
only a real 15th century kid will get this
If I ever tell you I’m going to sleep and then you see me posting or liking things online for about an hour immediately after that, I promise I wasn’t lying to you, I’m just bad at going to sleep and it is usually a long process that begins with disengaging from any sort of immediate contact with people (chats, for example) and ends when everything on my screen is blurry and I’m hallucinating plot points I haven’t written yet
You know, I love my followers, but I really don’t care if people unfollow me. I don’t re/blog to impress. I re/blog because my blog is me and I don’t care how many people follow me, even if it’s zero, because looking at my blog makes me happy and happiness is what matters.
Kate Moss by Arthur Elgort in Italian Vogue October 1992
Reasons why I once collected lava lamps.
I had about 7 and I always just…watched them.
