I’m At The “we’ll See” Stage In My Life. With Everything And Everyone. We Will See.

late nights in the country house

The urge to learn every language and play every instrument and travel the world and live through every historical time period and be a writer and a poet and an actor and

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,,

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

the sun literally sets and casts a golden hue over everything every single day and we fucked it all up and invented paying rent

she lives in the poetry she cannot write

so unfortunately college isn’t just about performing ancient greek rituals with your friends

oh how I keep thinking of how tartt would write me if she ever did

(it's never happening)

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...