I Love Every Character In The Secret History. They're All Freaks. They're All Alcoholics. They're Snobs.

oh how I keep thinking of how tartt would write me if she ever did

(it's never happening)

fuck wrapped, how obscure are yall

I am a terrible combination of “whatever happens, happens” and “If everything doesn’t go according to plan, I will vaporize”

What I thought TSH was going to be:

Spilled wine; burning love letters; dainty breakfasts; pristine bookshelves; philosophy debates; romanticised elitism; riches beyond comprehension; red lipstick; quiet; poetry novels laying open on desks.

What is actually is:

Champagne in a teapot; wearing bedsheet togas; cocaine in a burger king parking lot; cutting hair with nail scissors; drinking in a country house; fucking at a funeral; sleeping in a warehouse or a giant snail; running out of money; "cubitum eamus"; homoerotic everything; finishing assignments before the professor shows up.

*girl on the brink of self destruction* i miss academia

Yesterday I was talking with a friend of mine about what to write in a dating app bio and the only things I could come up with were:

I love studying (knowing more and more make me feel better than anything you'll do, potential lover), I love a good conversation (but if you'll know more than me then, believe me, I would do research just to beat you), I love reading (mainly morbid, strangely creepy yet beautiful books I will end up relating to, somehow, despite my dull life), I love playing cards (and I am way too competitive about it), I love gin and tonic (nothing to say about that) and plants (back with things to say because I can never keep them alive, beware, I am a murderer in my own right).

don’t you love when you’re casually reading a random poem and suddenly come across a line that burrows into your bones and becomes the definition of your heart for the next 17 years

the most fun a girl can have is finding parallels, noticing patterns, making connections, contemplating