I Can't Be The Only One More In Love With The Windy Weather Right Before It Actually Rains Than The Actual

attempting to fix my academic year by drinking an ungodly amount of coffee and going insane

ancient greek word of the day: ἀστερίσκος (asteriskos), little star; asterisk, the mark <*> by which Gramm. distinguished fine passages in Mss.

Jane Eyre✨️

Charlotte Brontë gave us one of literature’s most fiercely independent heroines—bold, passionate, and unwilling to be caged. Do you think Jane made the right choice in the end?

My mid-terms are over and my Winter Arc is going to start.👍

The Secret History destroyed my life like what do you mean I can't drink wine and study classical literature and spend the nights in a countryside mansion with piano echoing through the dark halls and break through the confines of humanity in a bacchanal and commit a string of murders and try to escape but eventually kill myself in a blaze of glory, ultimately shattering the lives of the people around me? That I can't escape the cognitive mode of experience and transcend the accident of my moment of being? That I can't lose my self, lose it utterly? What do you mean I can't live without thinking?

When Taylor Swift wrote: 'I wanna be defined by the things that I love', and Oscar Wilde wrote: 'to define is to limit', and Jorge Luis Borges said: 'I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited'.

Every time I see a man with dark hair and glasses, my mind automatically shifts to Henry Winter.

The man is haunting my life!!