the academic trinity of “damn it, richard”
a new challenger approaches
rewatching the same movie and hoping it doesn’t end the same way it has 100 times before
the weather is starting to feel like estranging myself from society and sleeping in a warehouse and walking miles into town until my classmate who i’m secretly in love with and obsessed to a point of unrealistic idealization saves me from dying of hypothermia
so foul and fair a day i have not seen
i just know todd blamed himself, to some extent. wondering what might’ve happen if him and neil had never roomed together in the first place
thank you m.l. rio for writing a novella for the people who wanted to be scientists but grew up to be insomniacs instead
it’s houndstooth trouser, cable knit sweater, eccentric author autumn
by the pricking of my thumbs…
venus, smile down upon me
i am nothing in my soul if not obsessive
i love so privately. fearful of what others may think
rip oscar wilde you would HATE the netflix adaptation of dorian gray
fall is a rebirth of sorts
it’s that time of year again…
ad astra per aspera
there is a crisp, academic chill in the morning air
taking latin for my language requirement at uni and all i can think about everytime i go in is that stupid 15 seconds of dps where they’re in latin class repeating “agricola, agricolae, agricolarum.”
like that’s not the important latin to take from that movie girl. “carpe diem” my ass, apparently i want to think about farmers.
