This is her salvation."
— Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin (via larmoyante)
SO EVERYONE NEEDS TO MAKE PLANS TO VISIT ME NEXT YEAR WHILE I’M IN ITALY!
I WILL BE GONE FROM OCT 1- MAY 31.
That gross feeling you get when you go to take a one hour nap and it turns into three and then it’s 10 PM and you’re like do I get up and do something or lay here forever???
Roommate showering to Eminem’s “Slim Shady” gives me life.
You know whats fucking scary? The fact that I could literally change my life at any moment. I could stop talking to everyone that makes me unhappy. I could kiss whoever i want. I could shave my head or get on a plane or take my own life. Nothing is stopping me. The entire world is in my hands, and I have no idea what to do with it.
Reading the Malleus Maleficarum before bed is definitely going to give me nightmares about being burned at the stake.