Me, on my first date : do you mind if I ask your participation to an ancient, wild and crazed ceremony in honor of Bacchus, Greek god of Wine, involving drugs, alcohol and sex ?

feeling that oppressive urge to have a group of friends who have weekly dinners at someone’s apartment, flock together on campus, debate literature and philosophy over wine soaked nights, study in the library together long after everyone’s gone, write each other letters when we’re apart for the holidays, run about the woods at night and be utterly, utterly free.

WHERE is that poem about that person learning all about their partners hyperfixation before getting dumped the last line is like "love is a stack of books on my nightstand with a bookmark near the end" I need it to feel whole help me please

how am I supposed to stay sane after reading this smh

Thinking about when Oliver saw James as Romeo and had a reaction which is the mental equivalent of falling to his knees and compared him to the most beautiful mortal in Greek mythology -