#its 12:39

[dykeluteces]

😏imgoingtoeatpastabythefistfulbrb

[lohrdee]

To write is a lonely profession

A solitary confinement of words and phrases with walls made of ideas and thoughts.

The words spat in ink only come to me during the late hours of the night,

only to be confunded and muddled by the stars.

The phrases form on my paper to the tune of sad songs washed down by tea that will make sure I am stuck in this cycle until the birds come out and tear the words right from my pen.

The ideas are awakened by the big bright moon,

And are given to me,

the one girl who so desperately wishes for the sun.

And so I write, hoping to release the sentences from their darkened constraints,

to release them from the grip of midnight,

Just for the chance that I may actually get some sleep tonight.

[a-little-too-obsessed]

listening to Tomorrow at 3 AM is an aesthetic I’m trying to get to rn

[hippiecove]

GUYS the new year is moving by too fast!!!

[missmerner]

There are just some people I genuinely feel sorry for

Like, the kind of people I want to smack across the face and go, 'Hey stop being stupid and open your eyes.' And then take them and give them tea or something. But you can't just make someone see what you see. One of the most frustrating things in life. Well no, I lied. Growing up and accepting responsibility is. But, it's certainly among the top 5 most frustrating things. That and a house with no peanut butter.

[somewhereincalifornia-blog]

I just want to get high and my parents won't go to bed ughhhh