Have You Ever Stayed Up All Night Thinking About Someone Who Wasn’t Yours?

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“you’re a writer, right?”

me, staring at the one sentence i’ve managed to add in the last hour and the 12 open tabs on the specifics of shoes in 1845 Ireland: In theory.

It’s me, your professor. Put the phone down and get back to studying, young lady. Just because my eyes linger on you every class doesn’t mean I’m going to grade you on a curve.

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Of course, Professor! I’ll get right back to studying!

You all heard, I have to go study now, but I swear I’ll be back 🥺

Le Marais, Paris - seen through stained glass