“you’re so pretty,” okay write poetry about me then.
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“you’re so pretty,” okay write poetry about me then.
someone said i’d make a good main character for a book and i think that’s the best compliment i’ll ever get
i want a found family so bad, why are friendships so difficult?
I just want to sit in front of the ocean for a little while and listen to my comfort playlist.
i’m so lonely. i literally have lost all motivation to try and reach out to people, i have zero friends </3
do you ever just sit there and think about how your childhood was torn away from you, and how you’ll never ever get those years back
how the adults in your life fucking failed you and now you’re paying for it
i hate it when you're publicly high functioning despite your overwhelming psychological issues so people feel comfortable demanding a large amount of emotional labor from you and then get mad when you don't deliver it because all your effort is already being exhausted maintaining your false persona.
Someone on TikTok said that bitches with anxiety love the enemies to lovers trope because the idea of having someone see all of our negative traits first and then still fall in love with us is really comforting since we worry that if someone sees our negative traits after they fall in love, they’ll leave us.
It’s me, I’m bitches.
i’m a hopeless romantic with all these ideal scenarios in my head but i’m also terrified of falling in love and trusting someone new.
me: having an accounting test via zoom
also me: writing person a and person b barista/ florist/ librarian au prompts on a minimized word document
i will literally marry you on spot if you were to ever give me a book of annotated poetry with all your thoughts messily scrawled in the margins. highlighted lines of poetry that remind you of me, and a note on the first page stating how you wish i were to enjoy the book just as much as you had, as a gift. not kidding.
i want art galleries and libraries and museums. i want walks in the park and cosy little cafés and rain hitting the stones paving the road. i want white shirts and plaid pants and punk patches sewn on jackets. i want bike rides to the bookshop, jumping on a random bus and just seeing where it’ll take you. i want pretty sunsets and foggy mornings, cold wind and golden rays warming me up. is that too much to ask?
oh to be standing next to a stranger, staring at the same painting in an art museum, an unspoken romance between us
all i do is sit and think about imaginary but extremely detailed romantic scenarios
I just want to uncover a secret society at my university because I fell in love with the mysterious boy in my classical literature class. I want my favourite professor to teach us the dark, romantic musings of dead poets, and play us old jazz records in his study until dawn. We’ll break into closed museums and get drunk on red wine, debate metaphysical theories, and have our first kiss in the shelves of a quiet bookstore as our friends bicker around us.
i just. i just think. when boys smile and their eyes become crescent moons or when they tip their heads back when they laugh. they deserve the world that much more.