Shout Out To Everyone Who Was A Lil Too Invested In English Class And Now Has To Live With Their Classical

shout out to everyone who was a lil too invested in English class and now has to live with their Classical Blorbo that no one has stanned in a century

tag this with your first Classical Blorbo from class that you had to try and be really normal about during discussions, mine was Sydney Carton from A Tale of Two Cities 

no air planes 😔😔

Reblog so he can check out your mutuals dashboards

Questions for writers! What motif/theme do you notice shows up often in your stories?

the mood swings have been insane lately. one okay productive day costs me two weeks of grief and apathy and anger. hot girls get it 

The legacies people leave behind in you.

My handwriting is the same style as the teacher’s who I had when I was nine. I’m now twenty one and he’s been dead eight years but my i’s still curve the same way as his.

I watched the last season of a TV show recently but I started it with my friend in high school. We haven’t spoken in four years.

I make lentil soup through the recipe my gran gave me.

I curl my hair the way my best friend showed me.

I learned to love books because my father loved them first.

How terrifying, how excruciatingly painful to acknowledge this. That I am a jigsaw puzzle of everyone I have briefly known and loved. I carry them on with me even if I don’t know it. How beautiful.