𝙽𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸, 𝟷𝟿𝟸𝟷 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏

Hamlet: You came up to my desk and said ‘This may sound weird, and there's no reason for me to know this, but that mixed berry yogurt you’re about to eat has expired.’

Horatio: That was the moment you knew you liked me?

Hamlet: Yep.

Horatio: ...Can we make it a different moment?

My mother says I’m not ambitious enough. That I have no idea where I am going, and on the surface this seems true.

When you dig under, though, you see I have specific goals; too specific to declare a goal at all, most would say.

I want to teach history, I want to help a local library, I want to go to a cafe and be known for specific orders and little else, I want to be the person that you can go to and have the exact book your looking for. I want to be the person that takes care of the city birds, the person tending to plants abandoned in cigarettes and rubbish near shopping centers, the person always in a hurry yet never seen running, the person that will actually stop to talk to you even in a rush, the person that always has a spare bed just in case. The person that will take anyone out for food, the person that cries at small beauties, the person that is always smiling at small pranks that you have no idea if he was involved in, the person that will go to hell itself to get you what you want.

But all I can say to her is: “I’d like to teach history and have an apartment of my own.”

Because how could you explain that you’d like to live?

some of my favorite moments from history of the entire world, i guess

part 1 | part 2 | bonus

I love languages so much!! Some languages are like we don’t need a word for ‘the’! And other languages are like you are completely right!! We actually need 24 words for ‘the’! Everything is so dumb and I love it!!!

mansplain manipulate manwhore ig

anyway have fun with these fun fresh flirty and organic history memes part 4/?

id in alt text, as is standard

(part 1, 2 and 3) one is bad don’t look at it but the other ones are better

the relationship between wlw and their fictional male fav who sucks extremely bad but lives in their mind anyways is extremely complex and can’t be explained

poofy shirt tucked into tweed pants, 'crime and punishment' by dostoevsky hidden inside your backpack between school books, writing pretty notes in class with your new fountain pen, quoting wilde casually in a conversation, walking through the school hallway with a quick pace listening to chopin and pretending you're on your way to a secret society meeting, attributing homeric epithets to your friends when you're bored during the break, looking outside the window in class while it's raining and wishing you were someplace else

Reblog this if you’re pro-receiving a brown paper package containing one (1) handwritten love letter, a small jar of strawberry jam from the farmers market, and a smattering of pressed flowers.

obsessed with how edward ii essentially opens with edward sending his bf a letter that’s like “come over my parents aren’t home”