#ethereal academia
what is a fatal flaw if not a morbid longing for the picturesque?
romanticise your own existence.
the inherent romanticism of being thought of.
just a little oscar wilde angst for you all.
I return to dusk now.
my Orpheus gone
my love all
in shadow.
some cruel Eurydice I have become
stilted, in still air abandoned
amidst a boy’s failed
saviour complex.
mouth bitter from biting tongues
a throat filled with bones
caging words that dare jump
from a wounded heart.
I cannot locate the source
of this ache.
i officially have a degree in english literature! it’s been a hard but incredibly rewarding past three years. fingers crossed i get accepted into the screenwriting masters programme at my university.
writing at 2am, listening to claire de lune, wishing my lover had fallen asleep beside me tonight.
things that make me feel like i’m living my best cottagecore life
- eating whipped honey and butter on toast
- visiting the French bakery near my boyfriends house and getting almond croissants
- sitting in an overgrown meadow to write
- picnicking on a warm summers day, eating fresh berries
- wearing my favourite white linen dress, the one with cherries all over it
- patting my cat as sunlight washes over us
- roaming the woods near my apartment and discovering wild mushrooms
- handwriting love letters
- growing plants in teacups
- picking wildflowers in the countryside
just a little oscar wilde angst for you all.
what is a fatal flaw if not a morbid longing for the picturesque?
