LIGGY LOVE LETTERS: PART TWO

That royal blue and crisp white. You beckoned me from across the room. Lipman Karas tote, I knew I had to have you. To feel your cross hatching under my finger tips; to have you take my textbooks, I breathe heavy as I imagine you weighing down my shoulder. LK tote, can I call you that? I missed out on you time and time before as a lowly 1st, 2nd and 3rd year, but now.. in my penultimate year, I am ready.

MG, I have a fat crush on you. It’s to the point I’m willing to accept your (unfortunate) love of Port Adelaide, Liverpool, and those canvas shoes you wear which remind me of shuffling battles at house parties in 2011. Rap for me sometime, and then lets engage in unconscionable conduct.

I haven't slept with you yet but I will soon. I hear your constitutional notes are FIRE! Alex Jones! Miss u x

A certain handsome lanky Thor-looking scand accused me of writing him a love letter that i didn’t before so here’s ur love letter u clingy bitch x

Mason CJ, you’re so much better than Kirby J. Banging judicial work!

Gabby GOLD-ing! Thank you for shining up our lives. Hope your yoga skills make you extra flexible (with our DRE grades).

To the (smol) girl with the yearly changing specs, I've missed seeing you burrow through textbooks in Liggy, I hear you're a big shot editor this year??? I hope Covid is over soon so I can 'accidentally' run into you again! Sincerely CK

Paula - you add a sparkle in that deep dark dungeon :*

We are indeed facing twin crises, but I'd argue there's a third - my internal crisis due to my inability to kiss all the final years at events before they graduate.