from my window i can hear someone playing an incredibly beautiful piece of music on the piano in my hall’s common room but i can also see a bunch of people hotboxing in some car whose alarm keeps going off and this is all further evidence that my college isn’t actually a real place
22 is the worst. 23 is rough too. Who the fuck said twenty something’s had it going on?
The Zoo Story - by Edward Albee
I’m reblogging myself