I think next thursday is gonna be the best day of my entire life tbh
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I think next thursday is gonna be the best day of my entire life tbh
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everything is one step forward two steps back these days. i’m trying so hard to get my shit together but nothing is ever easy. i don’t even know where to start at this point. i won’t give up, but goddamn is it tempting.
more texts for me to read too much into
don’t you understand? when you say these things it only makes me want you more.
types of people- colors
pink- thigh high skirts, lipgloss, strawberry milk, soft voice, stubborn, most likely watches sailor moon, expensive taste, loves attention, wears makeup, being extra, milkshakes, face masks, glitter, sweet perfume, early 00s pop, pouting, cherry blossom trees
red- acrylic nails, bodycon outfits, matte lipstick, crop tops, sunglasses, high top sneakers, audacious, loud music blaring in club, neon lights, smirking, staying past curfew, truth or dare, middle fingers, sharp teeth, confidence, speaking another language, self love, outfits on point, hates being popular
orange- loud laughter, ten hour road trips, sociable, friendly, snacks from the gas station, not afraid to speak their minds, hoodies, messy hair, junk food, bounces their leg while sitting, extroverted, never studies but has good grades, terrible puns, adventurous, gets distracted easily, talks loud
yellow- honey, baked goods, overalls, wide grins, smell of shea butter, fields of flowers, lemonade on a hot day, late summer, fireflies, thrift shops, kind of confused, ukuleles, thumbs up, slight acne, short hair, carries a backpack everywhere, thick eyebrows, tooth gaps
green- mischievous, late night video games, nerdy, underrated, distinguished but a disater, big jackets, ripped jeans, humid forests, minty candies, alien button pins, dyed hair, striped socks, unshaven legs, cryptology, nowhere near straight, framed glasses, gen z slang
blue- anxious, ocean waves, science and art, big sweaters, top A+ student, astrology, rainy days, vinyl records, diy jewelry, vivid memories, pretty sad but still okay, perfectionist, would sleep and never wake up, loves dolphins, averting eye contact, gentle smiling
purple- quiet, daydreams a lot, fantasy novels, idealism, 80s music, tries to be deep, bomber jackets, very shy but weird, worn out sneakers, wants to change the world for the better, going on the swings to think, laying in the backyard, draws in a small sketchbook, lofi hip hop videos
black- one in the morning, cloudy skies, half written journals, combat boots, graveyards, strums of a gutair, baggy eyes, half glances, rolling eyes, never admits their feelings publicly, poetry, smuged eyeliner, groaning in annoyance, old horror movies, oversized t-shirts
white- serenity, natural beauty, architecture, marble floors, greek goddesses, angels, wistful presence, dewey skin, curly hair, freckles, neat writing, vanilla foods, daisies, sophisticated words, skies, long dresses, skincare no makeup, quiet laughing, feathers
brown- coffee shops, well grounded, reads the newspaper, late fall, downtown cities, sun kissed skin at 4pm, chocolate bars, warm sunsets, natural hair, the smell of old books, reads a lot, doesn’t go on social media that much, always wear long sleeved shirts, the mom friend
green
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someone: sometimes things are your fault
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When you’re no longer manic and depression is taking longer than usual to show up
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i wish my soul was as beautiful as yours, darling. i found you in the darkest place yet you lit the pathway home. you still do, despite miles apart. it’s been months since i’ve seen your face, even longer since i’ve touched you. but even when you’re gone you feel like home. i have an unscathed image of you; a benevolent smirk on your red lips. and your eyes, oh those eyes, an intense sparkle in any lighting. you make me weak in the knees and you don’t even know it. i think i’ll always long for you. i’ve been doing so for well over a year now. i remember the first time i met you. undoubtedly sad circumstances but i’ve managed to convince myself it was the right place, right time. you look good in blue scrubs. i remember staring at you. i wonder if you ever noticed that. i know that you noticed me. i wouldn’t call it love at first sight. but it was a spark that has yet to cease burning. a part of me wishes it would. maybe if it would, my heart would stop dropping to my stomach to release the wild pack of butterflies everytime i see your name light up on my phone screen, and i could finally say, without a doubt, that i’m ready to move on. but another part of me wishes on every star that the spark will be bright enough to draw you to me, as i am to you. maybe it’s wishful thinking. or maybe it’s just 1am ramblings. i can never tell the difference.
I think next thursday is gonna be the best day of my entire life tbh
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Most witches: use crystal balls or scrying mirrors
Me: screams as I stare into my cigarette smoke and hope for the best
i owe my body so many apologies
It’s okay to romanticise the small things about your day-to-day life. It’s okay to romanticise sleeping in, waking up to the sun tickling your skin. It’s okay to romanticise the texture of fingers against a page. Sometimes to save your day you need to romanticise sitting at a desk and working, or romanticise studying hyped up on coffee. It’s okay to picture yourself as if you were the mc in a movie. Watch yourself go through shit and know that it’s just the climax of your own story, and that while you sit in your room sobbing to sad songs, good things are just around the corner.
Sometimes to be okay or get through the day you need to romanticise the simple things.