Idk if anyone cares or not but I found this great website that lists over 5000 historical novels by time and place
If Linkin Park plays in the forest and no one is around to hear it, in the end, does it even matter?
Berthe Morisot, In a Villa at the Seaside (1874) / Vampire Weekend, Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa (2008)
Chris Pratt interrupts the interview to french braid intern’s hair x
I don’t like to think that I’m still walking around with the disease running through my blood. Sometimes I swear I can feel it writhing in my veins like something spoiled, like sour milk. It makes me feel dirty.