yeahhh i guess you could say i’m a tits guy. (a guy with tits)

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yeahhh i guess you could say i’m a tits guy. (a guy with tits)
Me coming back from the dead to simp for LFC, best comeback ever
I was tagged by @allskynostars ,thanks girl
name: Dana
mbti: INFP
languages I can speak: English, took French for 6 years but don’t ask me if I know anything. Also can understand Serbian and can speak some.
star/moon/rising signs: Star sign is Aquarius, moon is Taurus, and rising is Libra
average hours of sleep: Varies from, like, 4 (last night) to 7, depending on what time my classes are
favourite scents: I enjoy fruity and tropical scents, but in the fall and winter i like apple cinnamon, vanilla, woodsy scents, spices. Just a lot of scents
lucky number: 6
favourite fictional creature: Fawkes. Every time he cries and heals Harry I’m shaken
favourite writers: J.K Rowling, Jane Austen, Oscar Wilde, Charles Dickens, Gayle Forman, Sarah Dessen
favourite models: Cara Delevingne, Jourdan Dunn (honestly don’t pay attention much to modeling idek)
favourite music artists: Harry Styles, Ed Sheeran, Logic, Frank Ocean, Adele, Rihanna, 1975, Bastille, Lorde, Dua Lipa, Flume, Chance the Rapper I can go on and on
I TAG: @oleekingcole @it-happened-one-starry-night and @college-depression-naps
Me everytime I see your art
AHHHHEHEHHEE TEHHEHEHDNDJODNDKDJKDHDKDNJDNDKDNDKJDKDKDMMDN OMGJHJAJSKDK THANK YOU THANK YOU YOURE TOO KIND
been sitting around the apartment barely dressed but wearing one of those winter caps w/ the flaps, like some kind of Whoredin Caulfield
/Rambling
I think the most dumbfounded moment I ever found myself in happened in my second semester in college. I was still a wobbly freshman who miraculously survived the first semester at UH and slowly becoming adjusted to my new home with some new friends. But anyway, I remembered I took a European Intellect History class. It was a really nice class where we discussed/debated ideas and works from philosophers (ie. Voltaire and Rousseau) from the early modern times and how it incorporated into the Enlightenment. About a few weeks in, I realized the professor really loved talking about France and it’s thinkers. Like apparently he taught other history courses that focused specifically on France. I was getting confused why he kept mentioning France and involving it with our class from the French perspective. The whole time I was going on ‘Why France? I want Britain and Spain too darn it!!’ but continued the class as I grumbled. And than it finally hit me AFTER the midterm. I actually signed up for a French philosophy class. I’ve been reading, analyzing, and writing essays about French thinkers this whole time without even realizing it. Like holy shit---I’m a dumbass.
The reason I’m just rambling about this now because in my US history class today, the topic Enlightenment and Voltaire was brought up. I started getting invested and rambled a bit about some random works then this girl by my side looked at me questionable and I told her, “I accidentally took a French philosophy class.”
I have reached the point where I officially do not care whether that mark on my shoulder is blood or paint, I just want to get this project over with.