Dec 23, 2020
My Brother: *Walks into my room*
Me: *laying on my bed, staring at the ceiling, and listening to aesthetic music*
Me: To quote Virginia Woolf, "My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness". get out now or I will release the poetry and madness.
Brother, not wanting a repeat of last Monday when I recited La Divina Comedia from memory at him for ten minutes straight:*slowly exits room*