Thank you so so so much for the tag, @anglkissss…
I appreciate it more than I can properly articulate… and the fact that I was the very first person you thought of when you began your tag list...🤭🤭
The last song I truly remember listening to... not merely hearing, but being quietly consumed by... was La voglia, la pazzia by Ornella Vanoni, Toquinho, and Vinicius de Moraes… It's the kind of song that makes you feel as though you almost understand the language, even when you don’t…
Though, if we’re being painfully precise… the very last song I played was Koyaanisqatsi by Philip Glass… which, quite fittingly, was the piece that accompanied the final moments of my shower...
I almost hesitate to admit this… because it feels slightly abnormal… but I’ve never truly had a favorite color. Perhaps I did when I was younger... though even then, the choice felt less like love and more like strategy.
When every girl around me declared pink as her sacred hue… I chose purple… not out of devotion, but out of quiet rebellion… a small attempt to stand apart rather than dissolve into sameness.
Now, if I were absolutely forced to choose… I think I would settle on white.
I am, once again, watching House M.D.… a ritual I seem incapable of abandoning. This must be the fourth time I’ve committed myself to all eight seasons... eight seasons of brilliance, sharp dialogue, and characters that feel almost too real to be fictional.
There is something strangely comforting about returning to Dr. House… his cynicism, his relentless logic, the way he dismantles illusions with surgical precision. Every rewatch feels different, as if I notice new details each time... small gestures, subtle lines, quiet tragedies hidden beneath sarcasm.
The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas…
Though, truthfully, I am only on page five… out of a thousand-something pages that loom ahead like an ocean I’ve only just dipped my toes into.
So for now… I don’t have much to say... only anticipation. The quiet excitement of knowing that something monumental waits further along the pages.
This requirement feels dangerous… because there are so many ways to approach it: religiously, socially, mentally… emotionally.
But if I am to be painfully honest… if I must reduce everything to a single, embarrassing truth…
As cliché as it sounds… I cannot seem to help it. It feels consuming... almost theatrical in its intensity. The kind of quiet torment that builds slowly, day after day.
We exist in the same physical space… the same classroom… always within reach, yet impossibly distant in every other way.
I have never spoken to him. not once.
Never addressed him directly… never confessed his existence to anyone else…
And yet, somehow, he occupies more space in my thoughts than he has ever taken in reality.
I am currently working on a fanfiction centered around two of my classmates… and, if I may allow myself a moment of boldness… it is turning out to be rather incredible... said, of course, with the utmost humility.
Alongside that, I am working through my school assignments with an energy that feels almost unfamiliar to me. I seem to have entered a strange chapter in my life... one where studying no longer feels like punishment, but like a game.
It has become enjoyable. A sentence I never imagined myself writing.
And because of that, I am trying desperately to take advantage of this fleeting momentum… to absorb everything I can, while the hunger for learning still burns this brightly.
I was searching for photos to show a friend who had just gotten her wisdom teeth removed… purely so I could compare the swelling of her cheeks to the gentle, overstuffed roundness of a chipmunk’s face.
A gesture of compassion, of course… disguised as mischief.
I apologize for reblogging this so late… as I have mentioned before, school has completely taken hold of me, and I have not managed to catch a single moment of rest. My days have felt like an endless procession of assignments, deadlines, and responsibilities... one blending into the next without pause.
But now that the Pascal holidays are finally approaching, I can feel a small sense of relief beginning to settle in. I will have a little more time to rest, to enjoy myself, to try new things without the constant pressure of unfinished work hovering in the background.
And I must admit… I am so incredibly excited.
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Goodbye for now… but not for long ♡
