he says your name out loud, in miniature rooms where no one's found; it's a desperate sound. you're on the distant shore! and he wants to tell you stories, stories of boys who stomped their feet, saying, "shut, shut up—I am dreaming of places where lovers have wings."
“what are your qualifications for this job” ”well, I mostly studied a bunch of literature by dead British guys in college, and also I know a lot about black holes”
makingviolet said:
Wait a little while to declare the minor. If you still want to and it fits into your 4-year schedule you have set out already, go for it.