The Royal Portuguese Cabinet of Reading, Rio de Janeiro, Brasil.
Built in the Neo-Manuel style (Portuguese Neo-Gothic) by the architect Rafael da Silva, the library houses about 350,000 books. The library is mainly decorated with carved wooden bookshelves.
Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only Beauty. ~ Oscar Wilde
Reading Shakespeare and Sappho by the light of your candles and crying because you’ll forever be alone
Wearing your most aesthetic outfits and sitting on benches at local parks while reading classical literature so you can attract all the gays in your vicinity
Attesting adamantly that Hamlet and Horacio were literally in love like how do you not see it, Hamlets death scene was not JUST FRIENDSHIP
Wanting a girlfriend you meet in a library in the afternoon as you’re both reaching for the same book and end up discussing your taste in music and literature
Wanting a boy who goes all Studio Ghibli Whisper of the Heart on you like Seiji Amasawa (for those of you who have not seen this masterpiece GO WATCH IT. Basically the boy checks out all the books he thinks the girl will read before her so she notices his name on the little library card thing)
Wanting a cute partner who you meet online *hint hint* who shares different interests than you but you both can talk for hours about what makes you feel passionate and you always listen to what the other has to say
Wanting Rosalind from As You Like It to top you. Enough said
Attempting to cuff your plaid trousers and failing miserably
Quoting Emily Dickinson like it will make all of your problems go away
Crying over the song of Achilles bc it’s so beautiful and fuckkkk why is it so sad
Listening to Chopin’s nocturnes on repeat while trying on new outfits
Reading H.P. Lovecraft and Edgar Allan Poe to try and be edgy when you go through your emo phase of academia (we all do tbh)
Picking tweed over flannel but the choice still haunting you to this day
Writing poems with fountain pens to put on your walls
Drafting love letters to all of your forgotten crushes that you are never going to send
Going into sad boi hours because you can’t find a significant other who will hold you and listen to your tirades about Nabokov’s Pale Fire
