Me: “I think I’ll start reading Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage! It seemed pretty good from the excerpts Ive read in English class”
Also me: *literally googling every other word in the first Canto*
new acquisition
i think it’s safe to say that this one completely ruined me.
Nobody:
My brain at 3 am: ITS BEEN TEN YEARS
casually mentioning hozier in my linguistics essay because i believe that his work should be studied. academically.
i’ll never be normal about the fact that gang of youths wrote a song titled achilles come down and added spoken lines from albert camus’ the myth of sisyphus about rage, grief and hopelessness that perfectly apply to achilles’ story. how dare they?
for someone who claims to know an awful lot about greek mythology figures/relates to them, dorian gray sure does not seem to grasp the significance of hubris and its fatal consequences.
Ron stupefying Peter Pettigrew with a Red Vine will never not be funny.
no because imagine having to sit through byron scream singing in albanian
I am a Victor Frankenstein type of procrastinator