Scared English Major ™

The further I progress towards getting my English degree the more I feel like dropping out of school and moving away to a small cottage where I can live alone with just myself, my four cats (which I have yet to obtain), and my stacks of dusty old books.

But like I feel like that’s a natural progression for English majors so I think I’m on the right path...

I’m so sick of stress. She comes and never leaves!! She invites herself over at ungodly hours of the night!! And she overstays her welcome!!

My English prof: *uses my Sophocles paragraph as an example in class*

Me: 🙈*blush*🙈

My English professor: *sends me a personal message asking if I have any suggestions about how she can improve her Shakespeare lesson next lecture*

Me: 🤗don’t be shy ask me to be your t.a🤗

Daily reminder that Lolita is NOT a love story. It’s a HORROR STORY.

It’s meant to deceive the reader. Don’t be fooled!!

Can I plz go ONE PLACE without falling hopelessly in love with a daydream version of someone that I barely know??

Only time will tell I guess..

*In honour of me getting midnight sun yesterday, here’s this old post I found saved in my drafts*

Stephanie Meyer: announces the release of a new twilight book

Robert Pattinson, while in the corner screaming:

I regret to inform you that I am, officially, back on my bullshit*

*and by bullshit I mean compulsively buying books in a vain attempt to drown out the fact that I have no social life