(how does one go on about ‘getting better’, how does it work?)
+Anonymous asked: 3 facts about your personality?
I don’t even know. Forever ricocheting between extremes. Reclusive/can’t be alone, quiet/won’t stop laughing, bitter/very much wanting to believe in things.
+Anonymous asked: Are you a people-person?
I’m really not sure at all, the simplified image I have of myself in my mind is that of a very sad misanthrope, brooding with an ‘I hate everyone’ mentality, but that is only applicable half of the time. There are quite a few people I love too much for words, so strongly that I don’t know what I’d do if they weren’t there for me to project things upon. I’m quite bitter about people in general, but others I couldn’t do without. Most people can go to hell for all I care, I’m only a people-person with the right people.
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palpability asked: V- does this mean you made it to Oxford?
Yes - I got an offer, now I only have to get the right grades in my exams in May.
+vernish asked: Good morning Vera - (I hope you're enjoying your days at present) - I asked you a question about your Oxford interview a few months ago (thank you for answering!) - hope you don't mind if I ask you another few now - Did they do any of the "Why are you wearing shoes?" "Surprise Me" sort of questions? And was there a reason you chose Oxford over Cambridge? Hope you have a lovely day - E x
No, they didn’t - mainly because those questions are purely myths, I suppose. The infamous “tell me about a banana” I hear was asked in context of a geography interview &c. None of my friends who applied this year were asked any funny questions like that either. Don’t be scared if you wish to apply, all the tutors who interviewed me were really very nice and lovely to speak to. I chose Oxford because Cambridge doesn’t offer the course I want (English with Czech) and I’m also a bit biased towards Oxford just because of C.S. Lewis and Philip Pullman etcetera.
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Anonymous asked: don't you ever feel as if you weren't enough ... for life , for everything ? this awful feeling of watching life moving when you're just standing there...
All the time, but I think it might be that life isn’t enough for me and not vice versa.
+pretty boys big-eyed sugar-lip boys piano hands green green apples icing-sugar-milk salty wind seagulls come take me away this isn’t real this is not real it isn’t really real is it
+don’t think I have a body anymore but a house of cards, will find anything a good reason to crumble, henceforth. there are late violets blooming on my legs, ashes in my inner pocket from a cigarette I refused to forget. one of those that go on burning forever.
missing V. often feels like post-apple sticky hands, loud coughing or bad thin coffee, I don’t know, ‘wish I could be with you right now, somewhere, and we could make the
world real again’, and until then someone should hand us both balancing poles for tightrope walking.
always all the rights words, E.
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