Take Me To The Lakes Where All The Poets Went To Die

take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die

“You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you. I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”

— Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice.

this is literally my life

Are you really a writer if you don’t just stare at your laptop for 3 hours while listening to music until you decide you’ve been productive enough for a day, close it and go on social media for the rest of the night?

this

feeling that oppressive urge to have a group of friends who have weekly dinners at someone’s apartment, flock together on campus, debate literature and philosophy over wine soaked nights, study in the library together long after everyone’s gone, write each other letters when we’re apart for the holidays, run about the woods at night and be utterly, utterly free.

someone: are u ok? me: i've finished my book someone: so are u- me: NO I'M NOT.

june 3, 2023: i watched dead poets society. oh my god.