a quick lil sketch of the dusty, dreary, and yet somehow loveable lawyer we all know and love since j&h weekly motivated me to actually bang out a (somewhat) acceptable reference image for ol johnny boy
February. Cool sheets and warm limbs. Champagne truffles. Lace bras. Long afternoons in the library and evening dance courses. A full agenda. White chocolate. A trace of perfume on a cashmere scarf. Love letters by Woolf and Nabokov. Lipstick kisses on teacups. Evening walks in rosy-cool dusk. Tender sensuality.
Emily Dickinson
I crave the kind of hugs when you simply bury your face in the other person's chest and breathe them in, feeling like there is nothing else in the world.
To the universe, I really need your help with this one fam
so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god
Severance still making me insane
“nice shoes” “thanks they are Goncharov” is 2022′s “i like your shoelaces” “i stole them from the president”
Diagram of different Trees of Life from "The Assyrian Tree of Life: Tracing the Origins of Jewish Monotheism and Greek Philosophy" by Simo Parpola in Journal of Near Eastern Studies.
THE GODS ARE NOT ANGRY AT YOU!!! YOU ARE ALLOWED TO FUMBLE! IT TAKES WAY MORE THAN SPILLED OILS OR ACCIDENTALLY EATEN OFFERINGS TO ANGER THEM!!
Bless y'all <3