ex libris

Oh how I'm longing for fuggy little classrooms, with chalky dust in the motionless air, on my constantly dry fingers, at the back of my throat. For eyes of students, eager for novelty and hungry for knowledge. For choosing a book for us to discuss, for new challenges and thrill that comes with them. Oh how I want to go back

How many aura points did I lose when I said "cubitum eamus?" and you said "what?" and I said "nothing"

In those last bittersweet days of August (if you wake up early enough), you can catch the glimpse of Persephone walking down every beam of cooling sun and every drying flower spike. Don't try to stop her though, she misses her lover - only Gods and the dead know how very terrible she is in her anger.

Are you the main character or thier love interest or their sidekick? Nah, I'm the character that's mentioned once - no fanarts, no headcanons, no ships - but I promise I will be fine.

Sorry I didn't text you back. I was lying in the tall dry grass in the numbing heat of August hoping I could just disappear.