In 1909 Muriel Matters flew over the Houses of Parliament throwing down carrots and Votes For Women propaganda leaflets. My life isn't nearly as exciting. I read and write poems, drink tea, form silly crushes on dead writers (Ovid, Pasternak), wander the streets of London and am currently ploughing through my last year of school. Next year I'll hopefully be at uni - somewhere, somehow - studying Classics.
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*sends you tea*
Feel better soon. Growl at your coursework, if that helps.
*cuddles* Get better! I miss you.
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