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wtf when did I become such a freaking sappy romantic person. I am blaming it on my hormones.

I am also blaming me almost crying today on my hormones. but um. also I was reading more about Wellesley today and I want to go there so badly. and fuck, idk if my fee will be waived if I do Early Decision, I am having so many second thoughts.

and um if anyone ever played me Kate Nash's "Birds" I'm pretty sure I would just burst into tears and marry them right then and there because that song is so so sweet and pretty and I don't even know. I am delirious and incoherent and really pointless right now :/





fucking hell first competition is this weekend wtffffff


also filling out the Common App is stressing me out. fuck it, I'm saving it until Mom comes home.

everybody leaves, darling, why wouldn't you?

Sweeney Among The Nightingales
T. S. Eliot


omoi peplegmai kairian plegen eso

Apeneck Sweeney spreads his knees
Letting his arms hang down to laugh,
The zebra stripes along his jaw
Swelling to maculate giraffe.

The circles of the stormy moon
Slide westward toward the River Plate,
Death and the Raven drift above
And Sweeney guards the horned gate.

Gloomy Orion and the Dog
Are veiled; and hushed the shrunken seas;
The person in the Spanish cape
Tries to sit on Sweeney's knees

Slips and pulls the table cloth
Overturns a coffee-cup,
Reorganized upon the floor
She yawns and draws a stocking up;

The silent man in mocha brown
Sprawls at the window-sill and gapes;
The waiter brings in oranges
Bananas figs and hothouse grapes;

The silent vertebrate in brown
Contracts and concentrates, withdraws;
Rachel née Rabinovitch
Tears at the grapes with murderous paws;

She and the lady in the cape
Are suspect, thought to be in league;
Therefore the man with heavy eyes
Declines the gambit, shows fatigue,

Leaves the room and reappears
Outside the window, leaning in,
Branches of wistaria
Circumscribe a golden grin;

The host with someone indistinct
Converses at the door apart,
The nightingales are singing near
The Convent of the Sacred Heart,

And sang within the bloody wood
When Agamemnon cried aloud,
And let their liquid droppings fall
To stain the stiff dishonoured shroud.