Academia-wannabe - I Don’t Know What I’m Doing

“my child is fine” your child romanticizes getting lost in a forest.

Reading, to me, is escapism, frantically reaching for another reality because I simply cannot stand this one. 

Things of bittersweet beauty:

empty perfume bottles

dead roses

deserted hallways

abandoned buildings

unsent letters

old photographs

hate how my parents assume i'm being lazy and unproductive when i'm on my phone. like i could be writing poetry or reading an ebook or learning a new language. i mean, i'm not, but i could be.

Little Women (dir. Gillian Armstrong, 1994)

Bucharest, Romania 2021//outside a gallery of art

it’s a very greek idea, and a very profound one.

Classic Academia

Beige trench coat , wool sweaters, plaid skirts, think feminism fatale, but educated , sobbing in bed late at night over the secret history or dead poets society, tea with milk and sugar , subsequent tea strains.

“...the stars always shine brighter reflected in your eyes...”

"Dancing in a swirl,

Of golden memories,

The loveliest lies of all,

The loveliest, lies of all."