Oh My God There Are So Many Books To Read And Instruments To Learn And Languages To Speak And Poems To

Unorganized thoughts; equations written all over a whiteboard; black coffee; determination; cigarette breaks; messy hair; curiosity; not wanting to start and then not wanting to finish; double checking almost every calculation; old wooden desks; having anxiety attacks thinking about the meaning of life; not sharing most of your thoughts with anyone; frustration; appreciating the little things; re-reading the practise questions in hope for a new perspective; notebooks full of chaotic notes; dreams about discovering something new; 

“So wrap up care in a cobweb and drop it down the well into that world inverted where left is always right, where the shadows are really the body, where we stay awake all night, where the heavens are shallow as the sea is now deep, and you love me.”

— Elizabeth Bishop, from Insomnia

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rockstar’s girlfriend

fiona as both romeo and juliet

rip bunny corcoran you would have hated pride month

and a wickeder, wickeder, wickeder witch that never, never was