I Love The Rare Book Room At My University

I dream and I dream and I dream.

PICNIC AT HANGING ROCK 1975 | dir. Peter Weir  

and i think there's nothing more beautiful than finding songs, movies, books, places or any form of art that are similar to each other but still different, you know? in a way that it refreshes your heart and mind- like yes, i loved this vibe. i wanted more of it but in a new way.

Cambridge, Nov 4 2017

You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough.

ig: liberaureum.

A Poem About Rain

I walk out,

Feeling the cold air press against me.

The clouds melt,

Sending their crystalline droplets.

They shatter on the cold ground,

So quickly;

I seem a goddess.

Little dark spots appearing

As my oxfords tap on the pavement.

Drops drip

From the cherry tree,

A bride in spring’s white.

I knew this would happen.

Something in the way the clouds hung over the sky,

Something in the shadow.

I knew that it would rain.

Something in the air, the ambit.

Rain, the ultimate acissmus.

Peace before the onslaught,

Icarus also flew.

This very morning, my history professor picked up the book I was reading, looked me in the eye, and said “Don’t read Wuthering Heights.” He then proceeded to walk away and continue class.

HELLO, THIS