professorin

The Archer by Taylor Swift is about Achilles and Patroclus. In this essay I will..

When a cat lets me hold it properly for the first time I'm going to cry

In my mind I've just run full speed across a grassy field barefoot only to collapse panting from exhaustion and be entirely useless for 10 minutes after

Y'all ever see a smiling person on the street and be like "How dare you be so happy on a dusty Wednesday morning" but in a fond way?

I've realised that 'randomly crying because something is beautiful' is actually a very in character thing for me to do

Your 20s is realising you will never have the life you desire and it doesn't feel like letting go of a cloud.It feels like having your chest mauled with a callous claw and its taking away yew, blood and hope along with the dreams. It is feeling like you can't feel anymore, nothing is as before. I don't spend hours tearing into a mango and sucking the rind anymore, I instead cut it into neat adult boring pieces. Iam time and Iam deteriorating. I forget shared memories of friends who I swore would remain in my life forever; taking pictures of everything with a quiet desperation, hoping to document everything before they vanish.There are times when I abhor human companionship when sometimes it's the only thing I care for. Life is an elevator stinking of cigarette smoke and it's going too fast and now I'm spinning. I don't want to be on the verge of tears, on the edge of my seat, on the precipice of sanity, on display. Look at me but don't see me. I want it but I can't take it. I bare my teeth at it and turn to live another day.

Major shout-out to my ears which handle my earrings, earphones, spectacles, mask and all the stupid things said to it on a daily basis

If I loved you less I'd have forgiven you earlier

In a universe far away, I don't know the number of tiles in the kitchen floor or the way everything burns when your hands are blister sore.I don't know how many calories are in a grape or my country's hourly statistics of rape. I don't miss a boy who loves as dangerously as he drives. I don't know knives or the tale of Bluebeard's wives.