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a place to overreact. it’s normal here.
age: 23. content warning: emotion heavy, dark themes

izzy's playlists!

ellievsbear
occasionally subtle

roma★
Sade Olutola

titsay
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

Origami Around
art blog(derogatory)
RMH
Fai_Ryy

oozey mess
Sweet Seals For You, Always
noise dept.
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let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Cosmic Funnies

Love Begins
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/_ 𓂏 JUDGEMENT𓂎 ┈┈┈┈
a place to overreact. it’s normal here.
age: 23. content warning: emotion heavy, dark themes
Still a hopeless romantic after all this time. Very insane of me.
very irresponsible of me 
when i’m sad it consumes me completely. i become sadness myself. i’m made out of sadness. it won’t ever end and this is all i’ll ever be and
It’s 4am and I want to be picked up and sunk like cold brew.
cleaning up the version of myself I painted when I was 9.
i keeping looking for you in every life that i live
i’m very self aware. which unfortunately hasn’t solved anything
Art has feelings and they change everyday.
We shared eyes like a French kiss.
Barricaded, in a cage. I shamelessly revealed my sick fascination with you. Why won’t you speak to me? I watch my eyes soak up, spit on the floor and wiped it with my foot so I could touch you once more. Those thoughts flash by like lightning. I couldn’t stop myself before speaking. I let my eyes wander without direction. I beg you to show me your ways. I’m always unfinished. I’m completely unsure of how you twist my mind and enter my psyche and finish me off.
DEAD POETS SOCIETY (1989)
when love becomes an addiction it is no longer real.