I Live In You; And You Would Die For Me, I Love You So.

Come away, O human child!

To the waters and the wild

With a faery, hand in hand,

For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

— William Butler Yeats, "The Stolen Child"

Location: somewhere near Zoar, Ohio

I honestly feel that working in a little old bookstore would solve all of my problems.

"Dark academic?" More like "someone please help me holy shit I can't continue living like this and the only thing keeping me from falling off my rocker is literature."

Dead Poets Society, 1989.

I'm in the backseat, i have no control

reading isn't enough I need to swallow the book whole

dizzy

scattered

messy

mind

what am I supposed to do when all I crave is ✨academic validation✨ but cannot get myself to study