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.
Henry Winter is so husband coded (I need to be institutionalized)
~If I were the last man on earth would I be more human or would I lose the rest of my humanity?~
born to be a henry winter forced to be a richard papen
Richard Papen, while freezing in a fucking mandolin boutique during the rigid winter of Vermont: California dreamin'... (California... dreamin'...) on such a winter's day...
Happy End of Finals Week and the Semester to those celebrating!
“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”
- Sylvia Plath
*girl on the brink of self destruction* i miss academia
the older i get, the more i need time & personal space to be as boring as possible
I want to be so disgustingly over educated that the second anyone has a question they automatically know I have the answer to it
Perhaps I romanticize this state of loneliness so much that it becomes too beautiful.
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