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finding out kevin has a gf gotta be like top three most unbelievable reveals in history
the trifecta
top 5 horror movies
-having a job
-not having a job
-applying for jobs
-the job market
-the concept of working my whole life
canon event in reading aftg is assuming kevin is the love interest and then getting hit by the 5,000 ton truck that is andrew minyard
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Yeah, well I asked those scary vampires at the Board walk, and they told me I don’t have to beat them I just had to keep up, so.
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setup chapters of wuthering heights greatest foot in mouth simulator of all time. you decide to go meet your new neighbor so you trek all the way down to his house (you live on the moors) and he's the world's meanest guy who hates small talk and explains nothing so in order to make conversation you have to just guess, and you guess wrong every. single. time so he grows increasingly enraged with you but, again, refuses to volunteer information until you first innocently say something extremely incorrect that triggers all of his insecurities and pushes all of his buttons. there's a mean girl there too and they spend the whole visit fighting with each other and you got their relationship wrong about three times and you're still not sure if they actually explained it. and now the weather is too bad to walk home (on the moors) so you have to stay the night (you have to sort of guilt them into it and they're not even guilty, really, they just want you out of their hair) so they put you in the guest bedroom which is also the dead situationship bedroom. was it the only available bedroom? no somebody did it to antagonize your neighbor, possibly, so he comes in while you're sleeping (badly, you found the dead situationship diary and were up half the night reading and somehow you have even less context than before) and kicks you out before you even know what you did wrong, again, and you have to walk allllll the way home (on the moors) and then when you get back you have the most horrible raging cold for days. your housekeeper makes you soup and because she's bored she tells you your neighbor's entire life story . STILL not enough context for all that shit at his house
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pro tip: if you're scared of public speaking, just remember that everyone is fucking stupid and you hate them all. i guess
when I wear my leather trench coat on campus do I give off cross between a student prince (im a girl) and eric draven from the crow (1994)?
Hi my name is Richard Papen and my parents own an oil well so we're really rich (that's how I got my name) and I have a permanent resting bitch face and big pathetic eyes filled with melancholy and brown hair that I cut myself because I'm too good to go to the barber and a lot of people tell me I look like Jay Gatsby (AN: if u don't know who he is get da hell out of here!). I'm not related to the king of France named Pepin but I wish I was because then maybe Henry Winter will think I'm a major fucking hottie. My teeth are straight and white just like me. I don't have a tan. I'M NOT GAY. I'm also a Classics student, and I go to a liberal arts school called Hampden College in Vermont where I'm in the third year (I'm twenty). I'm a scholar (in case you couldn't tell) and I wear mostly tweed. I love the thrift store (I'm not poor though) and I buy all my clothes from there. For example today I was wearing a tweed overcoat, some vintage cufflinks, and a funny tie with pictures of men hunting deer on it which definitely is not foreshadowing anything. Tomorrow I'm going to wear an old Brooks Brothers silk jacket that used to be my grandfather's. I was walking outside Commons. It was raining and the snow was melting in the mountains, which I was very happy about. A lot of hippies stared at me. I put up my middle finger at them.
Back when I used to walk around my college in a corduroy blazer and slacks I didn't call it "dark academia" I called it "professor drag" and the purpose was to smoothly walk into parts of campus I wasn't supposed to access
happy what is all this tactical necessity and calculated risk it's me naked in a corner and how dare you tell him i love you and how dare you tell him you rejected me how dare you tell him that thursday.