fuck the system

i have no idea where that bruise came from

Lover's Pond ♡ x

But friends, it’s lunchtime, / and doesn’t my mouth still work; / my appetite, my forked tongue?” ]

Honestly have no idea what I'm doing anymore but here are some notes plus coffee and a picture from a lovely day trip my friends and I went on the weekend before classes started (it's one of my favourite days ever)

Nature thrives in May after a long winter in the forests of southern Germany [OC][3150x4200] - Author: tegucigalpa1337 on reddit

• actually understanding the lyrics from Numa Numa

Romanian academia: visiting medieval fortresses and castles and being overwhelmed by sudden nostalgia; wearing ii; eating a bowl of hot ciorba after a long day at school; seeing Queen Marie of Romania as a motherly figure; learning Romanian history; squinting to understand the impeccable writing on old documents; knowing the fact that Vlad Tepes was a vampire is a myth and yet still indulging in the idea that Romanians are descendants of vampires; feeling at home in the ancient villages on the peak of the mountains; reading Eminescu and feeling his heart sickness and reading Bacovia and feeling his sorrow;, learning about forgotten Romanian folklore; collectively hating on amintiri din copilărie because u were forced to read it every year for school; speaking the most colorful Romanian swear words as u try to study at midnight for bac; doing your holiday homework outside while you're staying at your grandparents in the countryside over summer break and hearing roosters chant from nearby gardens; drinking vin fiert as you're cuddled up in those thick brown blankets; listening to old Romanian songs that overwhelm you with nostalgia as u clutch your heart and shut your eyes and chant with everyone; old manele sparking energy in your heart and u can't help but sing and dance; loving every chance u get at dancing in a hora; stumbling across Liceeni on tv and watching it bc why not and starting to recognize familiar actors; ani de liceu somehow becoming the school anthem;, scribbling down in those plain yellow notebooks information old teachers write with chalk on green boards; wiping down green boards full of notes with soaking wet sponges; desks full of carved words and chairs with broken backs; losing your breath as u climb endless stairs of grey stone in old blocks as u carry an extraordinarily heavy backpack; sneaking out in breaks to smoke a cigarette at the corner of the school; lmaking yourself coffee in a kettle; calling your grandparents using telefoane fixe; crying over moartea căprioarei; borrowing classic books for Romanian assignments from school libraries because u can only find classics there; spending hours drinking in every detail on the murals and paintings of old churches;shirts filled with mărțișoare; visiting Palatul Parlamentului; traditional Christmas food; memorizing comentarii la română; the fear of being ascultat by that strict teacher the whole school feared; mileuri on old tvs; liking coliva a little bit too much; bere bucegi; made in romania being the national anthem more than the actual anthem ever was;

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