“your Body My Choice” How About Your Nuts My Knee

the book fair in my city is tomorrow i’m preparing to go bankrupt now

I rewatched Dead Poets Society a few weeks ago and felt inspired to write this contrapuntal poem :)

@marikosenwrites

what’s the vibe of your blog. everyone has their own. is it an art gallery exhibit serving canapés. a nightclub. a knights of the round table situation. a book discussion meeting. a lonely hearts club newspaper section. a bedroom where you and two friends are chatting. the school of athens debating matters of consequence. a garden tea party. a bacchanal. an agatha christie murder novel style tense dinner party. etc

— Jorge Luis Borges (1899–1986) (via lunamonchtuna)

just had a religious experience (watching dead poets society)

*girl on the brink of self destruction* i miss academia

“it’s starting to smell like pumpkin spice!”

“it’s starting to smell like scary movies!”

no.

it’s starting to smell like, the snow in the mountains was melting and bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to realize the gravity of our situation.

it’s winter, time to reread tsh

your hate-filled tongue, your vicious lips

me, in any given conversation, redirecting the subject to greek mythology: