I'm a fourth year uni student studying Comparative Lit and English. If there's anything else you want to know head to the ask I suppose?
CURRENTLY READING: The Goldfinch, Donna Tartt
When I was 21 I wanted to write like Kafka. But, unfortunately for me, I wrote like a script editor for The Simpsons who’d briefly joined a religious cult and then discovered Foucault. Such is life.
Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps … perhaps … love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.
I think… if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.
Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.