When I was a kid I’d finish a really good book and I wanted it to continue. I wanted more. I didn’t want it to end. So that’s how I got started. I would write my own version of what happened next in the story. If no one else was going to write it, I figured out a way to do it myself.
if you’re ever having problems with a boy just remember that at least he never converted his entire country to protestantism just to break up with you
oh my fucking god
SCREAMING BECAUSE I LOVE HISTORY.
careers to consider when I finish uni:
- girl in 1960s Paris with winged eyeliner and a fringe who sits in cafes and bars and drinks sherry
- WWII war nurse
- muse for a late 19th century artist
- archaeologist in the 30s
- background character in a Wodehouse story
- incorporeal sense of vague dissatisfaction