Aeneas, Holding The Hand Of His Son Ascanius/Iulus And Bearing His Father Anchises On His Shoulders,

i think our story just ended. made a reason to go into school today and she had left by the time i got there. tomorrow is the last day of term and there’s so little chance of seeing her and i have no reason to be there . but i wanted to apologise for the email and leave a way to get in touch but our last interaction is now just a normal conversation and that stupid email. i know it’s stupid to think that her leaving early today had anything to do with me but i can’t stop thinking that she wants to avoid me.

she’s not going to be here all summer as she’s going travelling so i can’t even dream about running into her some random day, and the next time i could see her is next year now if even .

i don’t want to email her again because i feel like she hates me but i feel so…. crushed

how does 7 years and all those chats and silly memories just end on a random week day and i didn’t even know it was the last one ?

i’m 18 on monday this means i can legally get with her

Temple of Vesta, Tivoli, Italy

February TC Challenge Day 1

1.) What is one trait you found in your TC(s) that you find irreplacable, and why?

- the way she speaks and carries herself is so unlike anyone i have ever met or spoken to. She’s always in a suit and she dresses so much better and more formally than all the other teachers and the way she pronounces things (for example her slight lisp and the way she pronounces “s” sounds is so uniquely beautiful.) and her hair i love it sm she’s so blonde and amazing

in another universe, i was older, and you didn't hold back.

Griffin mosaic from the Acrpolis at Rhodes, c. 2nd century BCE

“In my memory, it doesn’t end. We just stay there, looking at each other, forever.”

— John Green / Paper Towns

“does your crush go to this school?”

…..yeah. something like that.

forever trapped in the cycle between “I want to talk to my tc because if I don’t I’ll feel like my day is ruined” and “oh fuck I feel like I’m being annoying because I talked to my tc again and he definitely knows that I like him and he thinks I’m weird”

I don’t think I’ll ever forget you. But when I think of you, I won’t be remembering you as love, because you were far from it. I’ll remember you as my biggest heartbreak. You were a maybe. An almost. You were my dream that came to life, but for it to last was too good to be true. And to this day, I don’t think there’s anything more tragic that’s happened to me.

c / maybe one day you’ll become less of a core memory