Grace. 15. Reader & writer. Feminist. Semi-colon enthusiast. Whovian. Anglophile. Old soul. Introvert. Dreamer.
I suffer from depression & anxiety.



who was the asshole that decided tattoos looked unprofessional 

the generation that did is dying out so don’t worry

(Source: daftvunk)


The Obsessive Reader by Sarah McMahon


    The Obsessive Reader by Sarah McMahon


August Book Photo Challenge Day 14 - Back to School Reads
            "She felt very young; at the same time unspeakably aged. She sliced like a knife through everything; at the same time was outside, looking on. She had a perpetual sense, as she watched the taxi cabs, of being out, out, far out to sea and alone; she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day."
            —Virginia Woolf, Mrs. Dalloway (via englishmajorinrepair)

              I’m just a needy piece of shit that needs constant reassurance that I’m wanted

              (Source: straaya)

                "I want to build you a library."
                —My idea of a perfect pickup line (via peaceisofus)


                  opens window curtains, takes 50 selfies in natural light, closes window curtains

                    "When depression hits, you are entirely exposed. The same brain you’ve always used is now sending different messages. You feel somehow that it is your fault. If only you had enough spunk, enough enthusiasm, enough gratitude, you could beat this thing."
                      "I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul de sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadows under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people’s eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth."
                      —Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via larmoyante)

untitled by 每日你與宇宙的光 忘了我吧 on Flickr.


                          *puts on sports bra* oh yeah, let’s exercise 

                          *two seconds later* oh yeah, let’s get back in bed and scroll through tumblr

                            "Do they sense it, these dead writers, when their books are read? Does a pinprick of light appear in their darkness? Is their soul stirred by the feather touch of another mind reading theirs? I do hope so."
                            —Diane Setterfield, The Thirteenth Tale (via bibliophilebunny)
                              Me and pocahontasmermaid at school today :)

                              Me and pocahontasmermaid at school today :)