It is the worst of times, and the most liminal of times. Reading week snuck up on us with a slap and here we are during finals: broken, disheartened, and yearning for summer (why is it still 40 degrees in May, anyway?).
Welcome to my favorite time of year, when we all lose our goddamn minds, but like collectively so it’s like an NSOP exercise—a time when the simulation has never worked harder: Dark Night of the Soul.
If it involves your mouth, it’s in this photo set, I promise
- this egg? in a shower?
- the most effective doorstrop
- in the deepest part of my mind, this is what i crave
- you brought this JOE COFFEE all the way to milstein to throw away in the recycling
- a ferris salad, presumably, unless its like diginn or worse: sweetgreen. whichever it is: you shouldve gone to hewitt. you deserved this.
- the symbolism
The Father, the Son, and all your Vices
- yet another misplaced drink in milstein
- carman hall: it doesnt get better, really and truly
The chairs are all wrong, but we’ve never been righter
- caught in the elevator
- shes resting
- a seat for DaBaby. p.s. dababy for bacchanal
Lost & found
- yall that happy huh?
- fresh suitcase, right from the box
- rip to this one lmfao!
The dread of the human condition
- if only first years in the quad would learn about these when moving out
- cat: me, door: summer, owner: columbia holding me back
- all elevators are cursed
- john jay, nothing more
all disturbing photos via Bwog Staff