principle

windswept hair, shirts not buttoned quite right, but i’m late for lunch so i don’t care. long nights and longer mornings with coffee made just right. cinnamon candles burning behind conversations about Plato’s divine madness. wine stained lips debating over Latin etymology, or computer code, or whatever comes to mind. i want to be so fucking exhausted from sheer knowledge...and enjoy every single minute of it. i want to be pretentious, and to be a mess because, why not?