every time i’m drowning in readings for classics i just pretend i’m francis abernathy

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every time i’m drowning in readings for classics i just pretend i’m francis abernathy
imagine being a student in the school of classics and answering no to this question
I wonder if anyone understands the amount of joy that ao3 brings me
dave rygalski kissing lane for the first time to bowie’s “the man who sold the world” makes me die every time
I desperately need new wolfstar, jegulus, and solangelo fics
i just taught someone what aroace means and im kind of happy ab it
All I want to do is read books in a window seat in the rain wearing a big cozy jumper while eating chocolate and drinking something warm.