Just a quick post because I wanted to type something
Basically to say that I’m not going to be here
So if I do post anything more after this
Please message me with your disapproval
And stress that I will fuck things up for myself if I’m on here again

And I’m already fucking things up for myself because I’m distracted as hell by absolutely everything that amounts to intrinsically nothing

So there

I have to make it to Imperial and not fuck up at this stage of the game

[/rant to self]

Pride was always a familiar spirit,
Materialising in the daily seance,
Seen for a second only in still waters,
Incarnated in skin; manmade deity.

The Proud are not ones for hollow pronouncements,
Atop a throne of shoulders and arms chainmailed
Their mouths, caves with no room for echoes,
Sing arcane harmonies to reverberate valleys,
To be better, to be beyond, to be esoteric,
And know not how to apportion this essence.

This recondite room is ivy black
And all that the moon glowers over,
Crystal orbs fling light, ghost edges un-blur,
Your own eye blinks from the sphere,
Enclosed in amber; in possession of.

I have an offer. A motherflipping offer from motherflipping beautiful beautiful Imperial College London where I will spend the next six glorious years of my life. What.

I have to keep double checking UCAS Track just in case I read it wrong or something but it’s there it’s there it’s there.

This is one of the best days of my entire life.

Oh my god Imperial. I’m going to be a doctor.

(Now I have to get the grades omg asdfghjkl)

I speak in the tongue of one
Who prises open the petals of buds
And pretends it’s the same as a flower in bloom
To be the master of my own symmetry -
For the sake of what?

Last lazy Sunday, I promise. Off tumblr until my exams are over (hence the extreme posting going on right now) so I thought I’d sign off right here.

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