lunariagold:

One if the great lies about adulthood is the frequency of exciting/risqué shit happening. Anything

remotely

sexy requires an inordinate amount of coordinating and labour. Lore sells the notion that there are dangerously salacious situations waiting to pounce on you at every corner and you need to actively preserve yourself from a dark hedonistic hell yet I’m still waiting for satan to kidnap me and do the fucking legwork for a change

Grad school is actually remarkably full of weird risqué situations. Or maybe it’s just full of immature twenty- and thirty-somethings who are all running away from real life.