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you’re either mentally stable or your favourite comfort movie is Dead Poets Society

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

dropped out of engineering, moved back home, reconnected with some friends, fell apart with others, finished reading A Little Life which made me want to die a bit, hit one year being clean from sh, turned 20. so how was your june?

Art students in Louvre, Paris

The idea that denim on denim is a fashion crime exists only because it looks working class and the worst thing you can do in a capitalist society is look like you perform manual labour. 

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.

clutter close ups

Trying to balance studying for exams and working and becoming the best version of myself 💗🤍

green academia

defend my thesis? like with a sword?