andie

Big Sur, Jack Kerouac.

ask your doctor if joining a selective group of classics majors at a prestigious liberal arts university and descending into moral decrepitude is right for you

read classic poetry in the bath.  scratch shakespeare quotes into your desk.  keep black-and-white pictures in a golden locket.  learn the language you’ve always wanted to learn.  dance in the rain, even if you’re not sure how.  read wikipedia pages on unsolved mysteries at two in the morning.  live your life the way you want to, make your own rules, become who you’ve dreamed of being.  because really, who’s stopping you?

Bitches better be ready for me to go full blown academic when the leaves begin to fall. Nothing will stop me from wearing my tweed jackets, doc Martens, black/white turtlenecks, and my reciting of Mary Shelley and John Milton while sipping a large cup of earl grey tea.

im broke? no you misheard me! i’m baroque! i’m extravagant

hot back to school look: morally disillusioned and vaguely ambitious young classics scholar whose hobbies include murder and alcoholism