ce que je suis

emily - 18 - chicago

francophile, JCL, protolinguist, general nerd. really terrible at talking about myself. arthur shappey is the light of my life.

dum spiro, spero

ce qui me plait

in theory, this blog is a nicely balanced mix of sherlock, photos of places i have been or would like to be, and other (usually cabin pressure, text posts, and hannibal). in practice, things are not nearly so neat.

ce que je fais

currently obsessed with the gentleman bastard sequence by scott lynch. listening far too often to the soundtrack of robin des bois, and also preacher by onerepublic. finally watched un monstre à paris and very much in love.

ce qui se passe

in a bit of a lull at the moment between getting back from europe and starting school. as a result of this, tumblr usage is touch and go; i'm online more than i probably should be but don't always have it together enough to actually engage.

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That’s getting a bit scary now.

He’s secretly pleased to see you underneath all that.

round 2 of attempts at an updates tab:

significantly less terrible

still not really good


literally all i want is to fall asleep on someone

that’s it

that’s all

i’m very tired and i want to lay my head on someone’s stomach and have them run their fingers through my hair and sleep

dftba-starkids a réagi à votre billet “[[MOR]the past few days have been really weird like, my sleeping…”

I knows it’s lame and stuff but I like to read the news in Spanish or do NACLO problems or read something about a topic I’m not well versed in during times like these. An especially soothing thing for me is to translate the situation into Latin

no, that’s not lame at all! those are all actually very appealing ideas, i’m starting to think i should use all of this downtime to give myself a crash course in a new language or something haha. thank you for the suggestions <3


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