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she's a 10 but she finds Sylvia Plath relatable ⑅˖♡*。♡
does anyone else feel weird & not good or is it just me
The two primary human genders are actually Hunter and Gatherer and they have nothing to do with what's in your pants.
anthropology final tomorrow and this is all i know <3
2:52 am, exhausted; exhilarated
“romeo and juliet is about love” “romeo and juliet is about intergenerational conflict” actually, romeo and juliet is about how an unreliable mailing system can ruin your life
nothing hits the spot like sitting still with your arms crossed and looking around and not talking
i love sitting still with my arms crossed and looking around and not talking
sitting with my arms crossed and looking around and not talking makes everything better
To my dear Mr. Rabbit,
I never realised how important the sky was to me. To listlessly look out for its limitlessness. To want to have a running count of each star gazing at you, even though you know it's impossible. To look at the moon and talk to her as if it were your ideal mother. To see the rabbit up there and satisfy your inner child with its realness. I miss the sky. I miss the stars. I miss the moon.
Love,
All my scattered pieces
I want her to hold me
to comb my hair
to take care of me
but it is her touch that terrifies me
it is her touch that breaks me
I've wanted it for so long
That now when i get it,
it's ugly
it's painful
it's sinister
it's not the same
but i still want it
October 29, reading wattpad and smoking in a corner on my terrace 🫶🏻🎧
how can I expect to be loved when I'm barely capable of it myself?
So, I've realised something about myself. I'm- um, idk, just not a big fan of having- of having emotions??
Watch me take a book out with me but not to read it. only to have it as some form of comfort, a personal gravity, something that keeps me grounded like some little child with their favorite blanket
he's a ten but he re-reads The Secret History at the start of every academic year to "set the tone"
don't call me out like that
the feminine urge to re-read 'the song of achilles' just to feel something again ♪✿✧⑅˖♡
the most romantic thing a person can do is read and annotate your favorite book and then give it to you.
i would simply perish away
sorry i cant make it im drinking coffee. might even listen to some albums. yeah no its gonna be all day
steaming coffee, smudged lipstick, chocolate, rose gardens, nose kisses, misted windows, stormy mornings, fuzzy blankets, leather jackets, dried flowers between pages, soft fairy lights, heart-shaped lockets, art galleries
the rest of my personality