GhostlyK

I don't know what i'm doing half the time. the other half is spent daydreaming, listening to mitski, consuming an ungodly amount of coffee and just being your average depressed anxiety fuck. typology: infp 5w4 idk what else to add my dms are always open for vents <3

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i fucking love air conditioning

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the cutest stalker

help they were stalking me for like half an hour 😭

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art galleries are so pretty

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don’t you just love it when the most mundane things look so aesthetic for no reason

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omori cosplay ft my messy ahh room

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when all the merch you own is mitski

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yall ever let the impulsive thoughts win and vibe in the river for a while?

i now have a cut on the sole of my foot, but 100% worth it fr

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my kinda morning

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fleeting

yall ever just experience happiness for once, and then are instantly reminded that nothing lasts forever ? like damn brain you did NOT have to pull that on me rn

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i went on a walk today

i bunked off swimming, and pondered life at a nearby field. and all i could think about was - when will it get better ?

[engulfes]

something deeply intimate about being outside early in the morning all alone and seeing the world as she is

[thesesummersonspoet]

let yourself be a cliche if it makes you happy. go to coffee shops and order something with too many syllables. cry yourself to sleep sometimes. kiss in the rain. draw on your arms. write bad poetry. write better poetry. fill notebooks with your crushes and hopes and yearnings. feel everything for the first time.

[ghostlyk240]

june and the drug of happiness

June will be honeyed tones of sunlight melting into my room, the gold gilding lifeless eyes ; a filmy layer of beauty spiralling into an addiction to an everpresent perfection, just out of grasp. June will be the deep, lush, yet lonely blue and green of the sky and trees. The sticky green freshness of a sapling. I will feel everything and nothing. flail at freedom, hazy promises just out of my reach. it is june.

this was made by me. not a repost.

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