I don’t want dissertation I want pizzas and Jane Austen adaptations and Primrose Hill and cuddling and reading Gatsby aloud and the Arts Ball and freckles and endless debauchery in the kitchen and interesting cloud formations and ALL THE THINGS I WILL DO AFTER 6,500 MORE WORDS
in england we don’t say “i love you,” instead we’ve built an entire culture around being repressed where expressing your feelings is extremely frowned upon and i think that’s why we drink so much.
Post-dissertation time is basically just going to be me frantically watching Elementary from the beginning until ~~**Irene**~~