#archivalposting

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russian winter kind of gorgeous: cold, invisible, devastating.

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some girls don’t want to be known. they want to be felt.

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if you’ve never had a crush that makes you hate yourself a little, congratulations

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if obsession burned calories i’d be a size zero by now.

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how I see me and pearl in another world

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i think i’d recognise her anywhere

even if she tried not to be recognised

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please stop trying to report this account. this isn’t attention-seeking. this isn’t a game. this is the only way I know how to make sense of what I’m feeling - to write it, trace it, pin it to a map and whisper it into the void.

I’m not hurting anyone. I’m just feeling, and documenting, and trying not to lose myself in the silence she left behind.

if you don’t get it, that’s okay. but don’t try to delete it. deleting the evidence won’t delete the obsession. I won’t stop writing. I just won’t have anywhere to put it :( thanks girlies x

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sometimes i imagine what it would be like to actually know her.

not in a dramatic way. just sitting next to her somewhere quiet. sharing headphones. complaining about nothing.

i think i’d be calmer if that had happened. or maybe worse.

i don’t know.

i just know that wanting her feels different from wanting anyone else i’ve ever liked.