Henry Winter: *accidentally Shoots And Kills A Duck During Target Practice, Is Freaked Out, Quite Shaken

Half of the words I left unsaid could be heard if he could read my eyes.

Wish I was wandering the snow dusted grounds of a crumbling manor right now, wrapped in a velvet cloak

complicated relationships with your parents are like. you cut up fruit and bring it to my room without me asking. i can't remember the last time you told me that you were proud of me. you told me i wasn't good enough for you but i'm not even good enough for myself. your hugs feel like coming home. i can't tell you anything that happens in my life. i doubt myself every day because of something you said to me when i was eight. would you like to hear about my day? please don't ask me about my day. i miss you even though you're in the next room. i wish we didn't live together. i've never loved or resented anyone as much as i've loved and resented you. are you okay? are we okay? are we ever going to be okay?

I wish rich people went back to keeping artists as pets. Like when you’re wealthy enough you pick a cool weirdo to do regular commissions for you, and if you really want to flex on your peers, you’ve got several.

 And you visit them every once in a while like “hello, I’ve paid for your rent and your tools, have you worked on that commission giant oil painting of me getting sucked off by my political opponent, who is unfortunately still the mayor of this town, like I requested?”

 And your favourite feral art person looks up - mouth full of gravel and completely surrounded by art-related trash like “no, but I designed a helicopter.”

And you’re like “that’s fucking lit, the mayor doesn’t have a helicopter. Please carry on as you have.”

Dark academia is 90% introverts who resort to murder when exposed to society.

Truly eye opening how selfish the men around me are

"Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not.” (ouch)

The secret history by Donna Tart

If We Were Villains by M. L. Rio

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This is a pro-choice blog.

It’s an I wanted this baby but at my anatomy scan I found out my baby will die after it’s born blog.

It’s an I’m not financially, mentally or emotionally stable enough to bring a child into this world blog.

It’s an I can’t live with the result of my sexual assault blog.

It’s an I miscarried but the fetus will not evacuate on its own blog.

It’s an I will die if I carry this to term blog.

It’s an I don’t want to be fucking pregnant blog.

It’s a pro-choice blog.

If you see this decision as a win, educate yourself. People with uteruses WILL die. And if that’s okay with you, don’t claim you’re pro-life.

Oh, and a big, fat FUCK YOU.

Me to my economics professor/advisor: Oh, btw here is my game theory paper on why divination is often a perfectly reasonable tool in decision-making… partly as an excuse to write extensively on the different forms of divination in Ancient Greece, featuring an unnecessarily detailed explanation of the history and practice of hepatoscopy + helpfully labelled pictures and diagrams of livers! 

Him: Have you considered graduate school?

Me: You just want the opportunity to shit-talk me in all my “recommendation” letters, don’t you?