i feel like absolute shit and it’s my fault.
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i feel like absolute shit and it’s my fault.
i try to convince myself that maybe i’ll fall in love with living after i graduate but it’s starting to feel impossible
sometimes I forget how withdrawn and separate from the world and reality I actually am, and always have been.
tumblr is my twitter highkey
kind of regret getting into biomedical engineering
it’s my safe space here
i forgot how falling in love with someone you don’t even know personally is a real thing
too scared to share the slightest bit of personal info online is a real problem.
you know you’re down bad when you start dreaming about them.
how to make a move on someone, without making a move??
Tiffany & Co.— Anya Taylor-Joy at the 2021 Golden Globe Awards
Photographed by Andrew Nuding for Simone Rocha S/S 2021
Exist slowly, softly like the trees
Ada Limón, Mowing // Shaun Tan, The Blue Cow // Shaun Tan, A Temple for Cows //Czesław Miłosz, Notes // Jean Paul Sartre, Nausea
明けましておめでとうございます。皆様にとって佳き年になりますよう!
I remember pressing a kiss against her neck…A joke between friends, but it was a touch too soft and a bit too loving for a joke. I’m just glad she didn’t realise it.
But consider this: women loving women in a dark academia setting
- long strands of hair that cling to a girls’ back as she emerges from the water of the lake, bathed in moonlight and the glow of the windows of the old stone buildings
- throwing around lines of Sapphos fragments, acting as though it is just a meaningless game
- sleeves of white collar shirts rolled up to her elbows, hair falling into her face, glasses sliding down her nose as she sits over history books for hours on end
- wandering the halls at midnight
- squeezing into small nooks to not get caught, she distinctly smells of the earth and rain
- her playing the male lead in a play because there simply wasn’t a better fit (and those clothes would fit no one the same way they fit her)
Chelsea Dingman, ‘’From Nashville, I Revisit the Days I Lived in Vancouver.’’