
Janaina Medeiros
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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occasionally subtle
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@theartofmadeline
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
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Jules of Nature
Sweet Seals For You, Always
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
almost home
styofa doing anything
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@miernaur
when the rivalry is heated idk
my grades really said "now from the top make it drop" this semester
Stop normalizing the grind and start normalizing whatever this is
how do you tell someone “i’m not ignoring you i’m just disconnected from reality right now and the days are all blurred together and i feel completely apathetic towards everyone/everything around me so it’s really hard for me to maintain a conversation” without saying that
Brain broken. Still like you. Talk later
oh the urge to be part of a hedonistic slightly deranged secret society
When Oliver Marks said "I don't know it's like I look at you and suddenly the sonnets make sense"
I lost my shit.
Petition to stop calling it ' Aesthetic ' and start calling it ' the morbid longing for picturesque '
my favorite genre of media:
Guys really try to manipulate a girl who read The Secret History and If We Were Villains one after the other
Like yo boy she's already manipulated bye.
you're in his dms. I am taking his shirt off and covering him in fake blood during a production of macbeth. we are not the same
Poem from The Backwater Sermons by Jay Hulme.
[Image description: A poem titled “Jesus at the Gay Bar”. It reads:
“He’s here in the midst of it-
right at the centre of the dance floor,
robes hitched up to His knees
to make it easy to spin.
At some point in the evening
a boy will touch the hem of His robe
and beg to be healed, beg to be
anything other than this;
and He will reach his arm out,
sweat-damp, and weary from dance.
He’ll cup this boy’s face in His hand
and say,
my beautiful child
there is nothing in this heart of yours
that ever needs to be healed.”
End description.]
Hello cisgender peers it is I, your totally cisgender classmate. For most definitely cisgender reasons I ask you to never use my birth name again.
I see your “haircuts have no gender” and, respectfully my haircuts gender is aspiring lesbian fuck u
being transmasc is:
LMFAO
The Greek Class™ when they mess up a note while playing the piano:
Richard: *proceeds to have a mental breakdown and cries for the next 4 hours*
Henry: *deep inhale of frustration* prActice mAkes pErFect
Francis: *nervous laughter* I meant for that to happen.
Charles: *keyboard smashes and then restarts*
Camilla: *calmly starts over from beginning"
Bunny: HENRY THE PIANO IS BROKEN
Bunny would flip the piano over just to get Henry to buy another one tbh