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Is that healthy? Objectively, no

previously being a “gifted” student before giving up because are these grades the be all and end all of my life

relating to villains with justifiable (enough) motives a little too much

no sense of purpose??? or motivation???? (unless it’s fuck early in the morning when you’ve just decided to close your eyes and sleep)

scribbles and sentence fragments written haphazardly, everywhere - sticky notes, in the columns of your notebooks, on your skin - anywhere ink will take

C O F F E E

not remembering the last time you ate but able to easily recite this one poem I read 3 years ago at the drop of a hat

tattoos,,,,so many fucking tattoos. Do they all make sense and have a deep meaning? Sure

taste in music ranging from Moonlight Sonata to ?????? (you know what I mean)

being in love with the idea of tweed jackets and high-waisted trousers, but also black jeans with the white sneakers and this off-white tshirt

knowing the barest minimum in the field of your study, but also being able to pull random facts/trivia out of your ass relating to a majority of topics

feeling like an outsider but revelling in wearing the crown to a kingdom of one

secretly wishing it was a kingdom of two

having had lofty expectations placed on you from and early age, and deciding that you’ll never meet them, and that it’s okay if you don’t

spacing out in the middle of class but also knowing the exact answer if someone asks for it

OR, being asked for an answer and cracking a joke with the teacher instead (they’d love to hate you and hate to love you)

checking in on your friends every few weeks, and vice versa

“You hate me? Really?? I didn’t know you thought of me that much 🥺”

cuss words roll off your tongue like raindrops dripping from leaves after a storm, like honey making a track down the side of the bottle

not remembering the last time you were actually angry, but people saying that you’re scary when you’re angry

books are either read within 3 days, or not reading for months

smart, knowing you’re smart, but hiding it behind a goofy grin and bad jokes, not giving your all because what’s the point?

seeing Icarus as a tale of freedom, rather than a tragedy/warning