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Coexisting With The Fair Folk Who Have Taken Up Residence In/Around/Beneath Your University: A How-To Guide

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Whole bunch of lore/things I couldn’t fit/everything I love about the overlap in superstition and General College Weirdness below the cut-

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“Sean was very much Sam for me. You know, always looking after me, being there for me.” - Elijah Wood (2001) // “Well, I felt very, um… protective over Elijah, for no reason. He could take care of himself fine.” - Sean Astin (2012)

It’s a wonderful day on the Appian Way and you are a horrible praetorial candidate.

the assassination of caesar was pretty gay when you think about it. like what do you need all those knives for? penetrating another man?

today in very neurotypical activities, i've made a spreadsheet for all my teas and two tables (one caffeinated, one decaf) i can use by rolling dice to decide which one to drink if i'm stuck

I believe authors should be cryptic and unhelpful in the interpretation of their own work or even act like they’re dead and never comment on it ever

the lover’s song, the song of death.

Carol Ann Duffy, The Bees; from ‘The Woman in the Moon’

✅ tortured by Voices

✅ cursed by god

✅ small waist

✅ criminal record

✅ died once

Diagnosis: babygirl

When Adam bit the apple he did it because he trusted Eve. Because he loved her. Adam bit into the apple because the woman he loved told him to, no matter what God said. No matter the rules of heaven. What’s heaven to a woman’s love anyway? What’s God to your wife? The first sins of humanity, were trusting others. Eve trusted a snake, Adam trusted Eve, and I trust you. Maybe that’s a sin, just like the first couple. Maybe everyone’s right about us and we’re sinners and we offend God. But like I said, what’s God to a woman’s love anyway? What has heaven got that I can’t find sitting next to you on a cool autumn morning?

No— it was the sort of seeing that unfastens the lacrimae rerum, tears of things. We drowned, not knowing we stood in water.

— Maya C. Popa, from "The Tears of Things," Wound Is the Origin of Wonder