well…I studied (kind of) and I packed (kind of) and now I’m gonna try and sleep and pray to the literary gods that I pass this final.
hold my hand and walk me round an art gallery and whisper fake stories of the paintings in my ear
(via sixthlion)
Do you ever wish you could trade a talent you have with another talent
like procrastination with productivity?
knowing how to critically analyze a poem with robbing banks without gettting caught?