Unrelated

i am starting to crush on a very straight guy in school who i don't think even likes me... we crosswire in a not delightful way. but the shape of his head... god, i want a bust of his fucking head so i can trace those contours every day and feel at peace.

that's a healthy-sounding thing to say...

i swear, this school is the straightest place i've ever been... and its such a shame, because you don't often come across the concentration of sensuous hands that architecture school provides.

i give up.