“Are We Just Friends If It's Your Breath On My Neck Late At Night Or If It's Our Laced Fingers Beneath

My biggest comfort in life is that Henry Winter can't do math either

Are you straight?

don’t insult me

love letter to fanny brawne, john keats

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

-Donna Tartt; The Secret History

I have no idea how to rest. 🧍🏽‍♀️

I don’t know what I am without my textbooks. 🧍🏽‍♀️

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.”

real academia aesthetic is watching hours of youtube videos on a topic because your teacher explained it badly

anyone else disgusted by the enormity of their desire or is it just me

“I’m shocked that somebody has not yet experienced passionate feelings for me, poetically in a museum or a book store”

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