this is the face of a woman who just pulled an allnighter writing a paper on the psychology of time through temporal narrative in an experimental french film from the sixties
time HAS LOST ALL MEANING TO ME
i can only write papers after 2AM and this has been a pattern since high school i can be sitting at my laptop all night and get nothing done but the second i hit 2AM suddenly i enter this mindset where i make connections everywhere and ideas flow effortlessly and gracefully from one to another
WHY 2 AM THOUGH it would be so much more pleasant if this happened at like 8pm
Coraline is a masterfully made film, an amazing piece of art that i would never ever ever show to a child oh my god are you kidding me
Nothing wrong with a good dose of sheer terror at a young age
can’t this show just be nothing but data training cats
Tonight was rad my aunt flew in and we went to little italy and then after we had parisian chocolate and pinot noir in the hotel room and talked and im so glad she came to visit me
Im also excited to go home this week and see my friends and break isnt going to be nearly long enough but at least im more than halfway through the semester AND i got an A on my -enhanced electricity and magnetism- midterm which im super proud about bc i studied my ass off
Hey i just make it to finals and then SUMMER BREAK fyes im so happy
THE FIRST POUNCE WAS ADORABLE, BUT THE SECOND ONE?????? I CAN’T TAKE THIS.
My idea of flirting is making fun of each other until one of us fucks up and says something nice.