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here, have a veidt
based on this text from the owlship
✿✿✿laminated keychain/phone charm of you (in college swag / or anything lol)!! $1O!! message me, please✿✿✿
Ö v Ö i came back from the harvard club of dallas reception about two hours ago. it was really cool and exhausting; met a lot of very interesting individuals (and some old faces)! i fly out to cambridge for visitas saturday morning. i love the rain.
“dan, grow up”
howard roark: i could die for you. but i couldn’t, and i wouldn’t, live for you
Mr. Pink
Fuck you, White! I didn’t create the situation, I’m just dealin’ with it! You’re acting like a first year fucking thief - I’m acting like a professional! If they get him, they can get you. They get you, they get closer to me, and that can’t happen! And you, motherfucker, are lookin’ at me like it’s MY fault. I didn’t tell him my name. I didn’t tell him where I was from. I didn’t tell him what I knew better than NOT to tell him! Fuck, fifteen minutes ago you almost told me your name! You, buddy, are stuck in a situation YOU created. So, if you wanna throw bad looks somewhere, throw ‘em at a mirror!
but they would be so adorably awkward and micro-manage their dates and totally not sync up on their genuine romantic attempts but it would all be so cute once the pieces fit and fic it
i am shipping schools. what is my life.
what if genderbent watchmen
Because if Harvard, Yale, and Princeton are your self-involved, vain, name-dropping older brothers, you are the cool, sexually confident, Lacrosse playing younger sibling who knows how to throw a party and looks good in a down vest. Brown, of course, is your lesbian sister who never leaves her room. And Penn, Columbia, and Cornell …..well, frankly, who gives a shit.
You needn’t take it any further, sir. You’ve proved to me that all this ultraviolence and killing is wrong, wrong, and terribly wrong. I’ve learned me lesson, sir. I’ve seen now what I’ve never seen before. I’m cured! Praise god!
a clockwork orange
