No More "in My Humble Opinion", From Now On It's "from My Grandiose And Objectively Correct Deductions".

fuck wrapped, how obscure are yall

the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating

in my mind Henry finished the translation of Paradise Lost and Richard found it in the glove compartment of Henry's car after his death

What I thought TSH was going to be:

Spilled wine; burning love letters; dainty breakfasts; pristine bookshelves; philosophy debates; romanticised elitism; riches beyond comprehension; red lipstick; quiet; poetry novels laying open on desks.

What is actually is:

Champagne in a teapot; wearing bedsheet togas; cocaine in a burger king parking lot; cutting hair with nail scissors; drinking in a country house; fucking at a funeral; sleeping in a warehouse or a giant snail; running out of money; "cubitum eamus"; homoerotic everything; finishing assignments before the professor shows up.

"I don't want to be alone. I need my family."

Bitch, you don't want to live in small apartment by yourself, baking by yourself, reading and listening to your favorite music in peace? Nobody's watching, judging, just silent. That's my fucking dream bro.

I want to be someone's muse, the object of someone's desires. I want to be something somebody thinks about all day. I want to be painted on a canvas by a painter, to be written in words by a poet. I want to be the inspiration for somebody's art.

the older i get, the more i need time & personal space to be as boring as possible

Ocean Vuong, Night Sky With Exit Wounds.

might fuck around and only wear tweed, turtlenecks and oxfords, drink worrying amounts of coffee, leave my apartment only to sit in a small cafe and read paperbacks, have a close friendship with underlying homoeroticism,,

don’t you love when you’re casually reading a random poem and suddenly come across a line that burrows into your bones and becomes the definition of your heart for the next 17 years