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wanting to bang my head into a wall every time i see him
i don’t even kno which one i’m talking about rn.
titanic ywim?
ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh #whateverbye
i’m a celebrity when the tumblr bot fw my shit
texting men i hate but hotly and wit attitude
remembering that i have tumblr and becoming diabolical suddenly and also hot
the hoes gon love this
ughhhh this is so us
girls that h8 the club get this
romantic mode in the tesla so he kno i fuck with him fr ‼️💯
the clarity of glamorizing somewhat sad experiences into the idea that perhaps it’s all happening for me and not to me
me because matcha and cute fit privilege exist 🍵
The truth is, I saw you for much more than you were because at the time I felt at my best, creatively. I was able to construct you in that way, because you were me more than anything. And when I finally saw you, in a time of creative lack, you were just you. You became plain again. Its sad, really, to see something that felt that real vanish. But what I think was even more sad was seeing myself vanish. Ive been creative millions of times since you. Perhaps im just sad at the loss of that version of myself. Yet on the other hand, I feel I should be glad. A lot of what she was was also taking on your energy. Somehow, she became fraudulent like you too. Somehow. And somehow, I still reached out and told him of my excitement; that I had finally gained clarity pertaining to him. I sent him thanks and all; he sending back nothing like all he had to do was sit there while I drowned myself in pity. Maybe I should have been like him in a sense, rather than been him through obsession. I should sat there and done nothing, maybe.
UGHHHHH, I think to myself, IM SOOO POSTING THIS ON MY TUMBLR.
am i #INJI ?????
telling u where i got something but it’s the thrift store so you won’t ever find it because i only wear niche clothing and telling you what store i bought it from isn’t technically gatekeeping except it is
how i look @ him