you ever hear a new song and immediately go “oooh the fake scenarios in my head are gonna love this”

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you ever hear a new song and immediately go “oooh the fake scenarios in my head are gonna love this”
I've been studying non stop this past few days because exam season is coming for me and I'm not ready (like at all).
“you can’t forget your mother tongue” okay but have you considered bilinguals and polyglots whose first language isn’t english and whose development during adolescence was shaped by consuming content and media only in english and have ever since viewed that second language, foreign to their own, as a better outlet for their emotions and thoughts? as Yiyun Li said “it is hard to feel in an adopted language, yet impossible in my native language.”
breakfast on gower street
(I had to be there at literal opening time to get this table for the 2 hours before my seminar but it was so worth it, I got so much done and those houses over the road are so nice to look at) (I do fully see why bloomsbury really did it for virginia woolf)
oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too.
one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.
Just working on some writing a little bit aimlessly, thinking a lot about time, about edges, about art and form. Do you ever feel like a few things on your mind might be connected but can’t yet see how?
name moodboard: annalise
Sometimes I dream a sentence and write it down. It’s usually nonsense, but sometimes it seems a key to another world.
want one?
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there’s happiness and then there’s clicking “leave meeting” at the end of a zoom call
Fire and the thud // Arctic Monkeys
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Time for some reading and clearing my head from the exhaustion of finals.
Cupid & Psyche
"Omnia vincit Amor: et nos cedamus Amori."
"Love conquers all; let us, too, yield to love."
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A woman must have money and a room of her own if she is to write fiction
— Virginia Woolf
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