kill your darlings

It's literally what my souls yearns for. Autumn, rain, old big houses, books and libraries and the colours brown and black and driving myself insane with topics of literature, drama and the occult. Alongside greek mythologies, latin history and psychology mixed with alot of criticism for most aspects of life including but not limited to : death, existence, life, and religion.

“I am longing to be with you, and by the sea, where we can talk together freely and build our castles in the air.”

Let the rain along the wind wash thy sin and fly thy soul.

I've got about 9 months to work on my BA. 9 months. The time it would take to make and delivere a baby; and in a dramatic, feverish sense, it certainly feels that way. Nine months of constant work, back and forth with professors to help me make sure my baby is doing well; and by the end of the nine months I could only hope the baby would kick and scream as I cry with joy with fellow classmates -for their well and safe delivery as well that is- rather than the professor looking me under his thin wiring glasses and push my paper towards me with a disappointed, disproving sigh.