you, appearing

one day this will all stop being fun. Gothic novels and late-night coffee, sitting in the window watching the stars, reading Latin by candlelight, grunge music and smudgy eyeliner, lace-up boots and lacy skirts, ash and incense and delicate hipbones. one day this will disappear, and we won't know who we are anymore.

Busiest week of my life coming up. Essay to rewrite, two talks to give (one to apply for still), handouts and background info to prepare, German class to prepare for, friends who are demanding that I see them this week, Valentine’s Day food to prepare, presents to make…

…I’m behind on all the above, and now my body has decided to get ill. Just. Fucking. Great.

3 months ago