brought to you by my absolute lack of chill and undying love for this huge nerd
has a favorite coffee shop in almost every part of manhattan. they are never chains and usually have weird/quirky shit on their menu, but the coffee is always amazing. he is absolutely That Guy who will tell you Starbucks is overpriced, shit-quality coffee.
despite that: Gregory’s is his guilty pleasure. He fucking loves Gregory’s coffee. He and his moms and his sister did one of their coffee seminars once and he will rant about it for hours even if it turned him into a Coffee Snob.
Pottermore sorted him into Gryffindor and he had a literal fucking identity crisis because he convinced himself for years he was a Ravenclaw (because he’s a Chill Intellectual). told his sister and she laughed her ass off because “are you fucking kidding me you get pissed so easily and you will literally fight about shit for hours you are made of lies” “you’re made of lies” “do you want to have this fight again”)
speaking of his sister, let me tell you my Farah Nurse feels
she’s four years and five grades ahead of him; they’ve never been in the same school
their relationship is simultaneously overprotective, sappy, and chirpy as fuck
Nursey would never offer to fight a dude who messed with her but only because he knows she can do it herself and also he’s slightly fucking scared of her
getting a Master’s at NYU in Humanities and Social Thought
we’re getting off track but I’m Love Her
back to my sweet hipster poet son Derek
has a sixth sense for finding secondhand and independent bookstores and is physically incapable of walking past one without going in
this has caused significant delays to a lot of family outings
they learn to budget for it
“Farah, where’s your brother–oh, never mind. Derek, I’m starting the clock you have ten minutes and that means if we pass another one you’ll have less time.”
is actually? terrible?? at regulating his temperature. like he’ll be hot one second and cold ten seconds later. it’s why he always dresses in layers.
Farah is always cool and Room Temperature. Derek hates her.
no he doesn’t.
doesn’t eat a lot of meat really ever? his ammi keeps halal but his mama’s not big on meat at all (“It’s not good for the planet, baby” “Ammi, Mama’s ranting about global warming again!”) so they don’t really have meat at home so by the time he gets to andover he’s used to eating vegetarian or fish most of the time, and he’ll eat chicken occasionally but he doesn’t really eat red meat bc he lost the taste for it and he never eats pork.
if asked, he’ll tell people his favorite poet is Neruda, because people get the name recognition, and Neruda is up there with on his faves list. but Farah gets him a bilingual edition of Reinaldo Arenas’s poetry before she leaves for Andover and he reads the whole thing and something inside him just–clicks.
he’s not sure if he’s never going to breathe again or if his lungs just never worked right before now, but it’s the most beautiful feeling he’s ever had
He was right. I was too loving, too touchy- feely, too deep, too sensitive, too passionate, too caring, too romantic, too involved… too much. I was, and still am, all of those things. And he didn’t, and still doesn’t, deserve a woman like me.
tbh the most annoying thing about el clasico is the comments from third parties like “i couldnt care less about el clasico” "el clasico is so overrated" “(insert rivalry) is better” like okayyyyy we get it Daniellll!!! your pasty premier league teams are more interesting than one of the biggest rivalries in the world 😒😒tell that to one of the other 400 MILLION people who tune in to watch rm vs barca… Cuz I don’t believe u and I didn’t ask!!! Byeeee 👋🏽👋🏽