starg1rl

Hi my name is Richard Papen and my parents own an oil well so we're really rich (that's how I got my name) and I have a permanent resting bitch face and big pathetic eyes filled with melancholy and brown hair that I cut myself because I'm too good to go to the barber and a lot of people tell me I look like Jay Gatsby (AN: if u don't know who he is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to the king of France named Pepin but I wish I was because then maybe Henry Winter will think I'm a major fucking hottie. My teeth are straight and white just like me. I don't have a tan. I'M NOT GAY. I'm also a Classics student, and I go to a liberal arts school called Hampden College in Vermont where I'm in the third year (I'm twenty). I'm a scholar (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly tweed. I love the thrift store (I'm not poor though) and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a tweed overcoat, some vintage cufflinks, and a funny tie with pictures of men hunting deer on it which definitely is not foreshadowing anything. Tomorrow I'm going to wear an old Brooks Brothers silk jacket that used to be my grandfather's. I was walking outside Commons. It was raining and the snow was melting in the mountains, which I was very happy about. A lot of hippies stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.

One day I woke up and everybody knew what a labubu was