Welcome into the head of an obsessive, largely confused weirdo on the brink of adulthood and terrified about it.
Coralie. 19. 🇫🇷🇺🇸🇩🇪🍁
I’ve got three papers I’ll be working on for the next few weeks, on topics ranging from 1970s German left wing terrorists, Fanon’s theory of violence and how it relates to marxism, and the rise and future of ISIS.
My internet search history is a mess, my drunken ramblings have gotten very radical, and I’m pretty sure I’ll end up on some NSA watch list by the end of the semester.
Man, I love college.
Quitting school to become a plant who wants to join me we can make a forest
“There are some things you can’t share without ending up liking each other, and knocking out a twelve-foot mountain troll is one of them.”
Viola Davis is a freaking tour de force. As she slowly peels back her wig, her eyelashes and wipes away her makeup, you can just see Annalise come undone. She doesn’t say a word, but you can feel the pain radiating off her. It gave me the chills. (x)