where words fail...

This feels fitting, we just discussed Ovid's Metamorphoses in my World Lit class this morning

Now that we've entered the -ber months, I am going to become insufferable about autumn.

Just a fair warning

ideal living situation is what i call the 'sitcom special' : having all your closest friends live in the same apartment building or neighborhood where you each have your own space but can wander in and out of eachothers homes at will, seemingly always welcome and never at bad times. and also all of you only have jobs when its important to the plot.

sometimes i feel ive got to

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run away

alright spotify besties it’s time for your 30th “ on repeat ” song

okay okay what's your least favourite 'classic' novel you ever read. i'm curious xx

the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself

I didn't need to cry this early in the morning, thanks