Thus Strangely Are Our Souls Constructed, And By Slight Ligaments Are We Bound To Prosperity And Ruin.

If you never saw the stars, candles were enough.

Giveaway Contest: We’re giving away fifteen trade-sized paperback classics! Won’t this collection look lovely on your shelf? :D To win these classics, you must: 1) be following macrolit on Tumblr (yes, we will check. :P), and 2) reblog this post. We will choose a random winner on February 24, at which time we’ll start a new giveaway. And yes, we’ll ship to any country. Easy, right? Good luck!

Pavilion Hall at the Hermitage Museum. St Petersburg, Russia.

i love when you listen to a new song and you’re like three seconds in and you’re already like yes this pleases me it is mine

okay the russian space agency agrees with me

antis your move 👀👀👀

teachers: ohh kids these days are so pretentious and overdramatic, that’s the sign of the times, yes, this generation is lost

me, lookin thru biography of any romantic poet: umm well

the fact that i’m not on a balcony in italy watching the sun set eating fresh fruit with my lover is offensive

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot

Aya Gueye by Álvaro Gracia for Schön! Magazine  - June 2020