So Black to You, Perhaps. So Red to Me.

Expressing the virtues of Humility and Reciprocity by dressing in cloth-of-gold and running over peasants with my sleek and shining horse who has its own personal manservant

Having ambition < having a little coffee outdoors in the shade

Tell me how I'm supposed to focus on "important things" when sumer is icumen in lhude sing cuccu groweþ sed and bloweþ med and springþ þe wde nu sing cuccu sing cuccu

having a hometown is such a fucked up concept. i grew up here so i do not want to stay here anymore. i miss it when i am away but once i am back i realise why i wanted to go away as far as possible from it. i am familiar with every corner of this place i did not realise when it slowly changed into something unrecognisable. i would probably like to be buried here but i'd rather die than live here

getting kicked off love island for just swimming in the pool and not talking to anyone