My beloved ghost and me sitting in a tree D-Y-I-N-G

my favorite type of character is the slightly stupid doomed boy of the late twentieth century who makes mistakes and is generally very kind and good. a little gay. smokes and would definitely listen to emo music if he knew it existed. wears funny hats and worn-out converse. with no future and no past just vibing trying to figure out how to live on this earth

OH MY FUCKING SHAKESPEARE I suddenly realized how “the lakes” by Taylor Swift is “if we were villains.” I HAVE NO DOUBT that someone has probably already written about it in our fandom, but it only just dawned on me now and I’m delighted

some kind of all-consuming obsession with art; all its forms. theater combines them all and it’s as if I’m injecting myself with it intravenously every five minutes, and it doesn’t matter what it is – poetry at school, painting and archeology in the Hermitage museum, songs and jazz at the music school or endless rehearsals and scripts. all of this is tightly linked into a single chain reaction and I feel with pleasure that I’m drowning