Happy To Note That This Particular Enriquez Is As Characteristically Weird As I Expected It To Be (and

obsessing over all the books i want to buy, but being broke so can’t actually buy them

me, at 2 a.m: let’s get my life in order. this is a new beginning. a new era. everything will be different. i have finally cracked the code. starting from now, i will unlock my full potential. i—

me, the next morning: actually? nevermind

there's nothing more comforting than picking up an old book and immediately reemerging yourself into the story. a book that feels familiar, a book that feels like home, a book that feels like the warm embrace of an old friend. you read the first page and all of those feelings come back- the excitement, the wonder, the awe. what were you going through when you first read these words? how much have you grown? you reread the same paragraphs. you reattach yourself to the characters. you reimagine the setting and the descriptions and is it different? or is it all the same? are you different? are you the same? who do you want to be?

No one should have to work in the summer. Summers should be for reading poetry, drinking wine and falling in love.

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Medea, 1873 Anselm Feuerbach

unpopular opinion maybe but waking up to rain on a quiet weekend is quite literally the most magical thing in the world

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Herakles - Euripides (Tr. Anne Carson)

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