“I Could Fix Him.” Yeah Well I Would Eat His Heart In The Marketplace.

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!

me talking to a man: i know. i know. yeah i know. i know. i’m aware. yes i already know that

Thus strangely are our souls constructed, and by slight ligaments are we bound to prosperity and ruin.

(archive moodboard for @woodlandhalls)

“It is not only that I am tired. I am sunk in a lethargy of boredom too deep for action of any kind.”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a letter to Eugene Jan Boissevain

I’m sick and tired of being called “mortal” like, you don’t know that. Neither do I. I have never died even ONCE. Nothing has been proven yet. Stop making assumptions. It’s rude.

Okay, I said I’d do it.

For every reblog this gets, I won’t self harm for a day. Every reblog is someone who cares, and as a result; I care about you too, so I’ll follow you and DM you. Every reblog is a name I’ll write down so I can look back and remember all the people who care. Every reblog is a beautiful person. I love you all, whether you do this or not 💗

me, barely existing: “I’ll take another iced coffee”

“You will always be fond of me. I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.”

— Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

“The answer would be: I write because I have read.”

— Kate Briggs, This Little Art (via antigonick)