kd-heart:

amoderndandy:

jonpertwee:

firmine:

infelixdidos:

voynichs:

british romanticism: i went into the woods and i found a beautiful woman, but she wasn’t really a woman, she was my Muse and the woods is my mind

american romanticism: i went into the woods and found the devil and he gave me a clock, but the clock was actually the industrial revolution and it fucking killed me

italian romanticism: i went into the woods and toppled face down over a root which proves nature is but a cruel stepmother, also this must somehow be a sign that God wants us to get rid of those fucking austrians

french romanticism: i went into the woods and found a peasant woman, but she wasn’t really a woman, she was the Republic and the woods is the people of France, wild, free and unconquered

Russian romanticism: I went into the woods, got shot, and died quietly like a decent person.

German Romanticism: i went into the woods and met a beautiful girl. But she left me so I decided to dedicate my life to freeing us from the French invaders! All the while we were singing peasant songs.

Romanian Romanticism: I got to the woods a century late, with my glorious ancestors in tow, trying to rebuild a fictitiously glorious past because the girl I love left me for a peasant