“Any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.”
— Achilles, Troy (2004)
I really want to have a literature club where we can read old books, write some poems, discuss about authors, get drunk, hangout in an museum or an art gallery, have fun, going to coffee shops with dark academia vibes .
the impulse to hide what I’m doing at my computer still sits so deep even tho I’m literally never looking at anything objectionable , the door will open and I’ll hurry to close the page like oh fuck no one can know I’m looking at the Wikipedia page for the Balkans
