I Am Used To Being Lonely But Forever To Be A Stranger Is A Strange Grief.

Enola Holmes, 2020

ignoring politics is a privilege

Mary Oliver, What Do We Know: Poems and Prose Poems

our lady of sorrows has seven swords peircing her heart signifying her seven earthy and heavenly sorrows

-the end-

Chaotic academics during quarantine: Reading until ungodly hours, sleeping in later than the world should allow, waking in a frantic haze anxiously staring at the clock and how the day ticked by during your deep slumber, anxiously thumbing through a book to catch up (when will you ever have this much time to read again?), staying in bed with a mound of half-read books at your side, a cup of black tea becoming cold as you forget it whilst inhaling Oscar Wilde and Edgar Allan Poe, reading The Yellow Wall Paper with trembling hands, muttering poetry under your breath, isolated.

My freshmen year roommate was a complete fucking disaster but he would throw parties and everyone would pass out in our living room and every morning I left for class at 7am I would just get little choruses of “have fun at class, good luck” from hungover stoners and let me tell you, as someone who thrives off attention and positive reinforcement, this setup really worked for me

Why did we stop with ballroom dances??? Like seriously to waltz around a room with a handsome stranger to classical music while others look at us with envy and after the music ends both of you with flushed cheeks, breathing fast, the sexual tension ; that was the shit.

— Fredrik Backman, Anxious people

21.10.2020

distance learning in a nutshell.

she’s a 10 but she rots in her room all day listening to music and making up scenarios in her head