I get it, snow. You're beautiful. I've understood that for the past 18 years. You've had your season; it is now March. GIVE IT UP. Because honestly, if one more iceberg attempts to take up residence in the form of a half-melted puddle inside my shoe, I'm going to have a nervous breakdown. Especially if it happens at 7:40 in the morning, when I am barely awake and walking to class (read: severely unprepared for such ambushes).
In other news, I should have majored in philosophy:
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I think you're good at philosophy because you yearn for answers.
You don't accept the world's stupidity and you love the world's strangeness.
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