i used to think my dad was b i z a r r e for obsessing over uni campuses. i might understand now. //
i used to think my dad was b i z a r r e for obsessing over uni campuses. i might understand now. // after two strained conversations with unaccompanied men bc i-wasn’t-about-to-give-azns-a-bad-rep-even-tho-thinking-back-i-should’ve-ignored-them-but-then-the-first-one-offered-to-spot-my-bench-… i arrived at Broad and my mood soared . the visual+performing arts students radiated. the gleaming sun and heat might’ve helped . groups ran lines, while others chatted/studied/napped on lush sunlit lawns. as i wandered around campus, i grew increasingly pleased with myself for actually wearing colour today - socal fashion is lit: it’s vibrant, relaxed and individualistic. 9/10 of us at uoft have been stained with an all-black closet/mood/is there even a difference at this point . I HAVEN’T SEEN ONE SOUL HERE AT UCLA IN NON-FLAT SHOES Y R Y'ALL SO CHILL I ENVY YOU . anyway, i pretended to know where i was going, and luckily enough, found a library (yay). sitting in the basement of Powell, the scene is pretty much Robarts, but i feel like i’m observing a completely different species . i feel like an intruder. it’s exciting. i understand now, dad . (at Powell Library) -- source link