deadpoetwilde:

oh to be a 19th century student roaming oxford’s halls with a poofy victorian shirt in the middle of the night, holding old books in my hands that are filled with my notes in the margins and secret poetry i wrote between the pages because i’m on my way to leave them under a willow tree for the student i’m having a secret passionate homoerotic love affair with who’s now gazing upon me from a tower window as i make my way to the garden,,,,,,