people who willingly use semicolons are so sexy

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people who willingly use semicolons are so sexy
where are my niche group of people who love alone with you in the ether AND an apprenticeship or the book of pleasures???
hmu pls i have things to discuss
oddly specific lyrics from 'forever is a feeling' by lucy dacus
(bit of a backstory, this album came out at the most perfect time in my life: i had it on repeat in april 2025, during the last month of my study year abroad where i was living with my girlfriend - we had survived the harsh, brutal winter together and it was finally spring and i love spring and i love this album and i love my girlfriend and i love love.)
who am i if not your lover!! when this is over, who will i be!!! who am i to you? who am i to MYSELF??
people who willingly use semicolons are so sexy
5 year anniversary of my claim to fame, the beginning of my era as a niche internet micro celebrity
jeremiah fisher has competition for cheapest engagement ring, watch out chris evans
i have began my descent on the tumblr to substack pipeline
the ex writer in me has never been happier
pls send me asks !!!
iām bored i need entertainment
quotes fromĀ crushĀ that keep me up at night
i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything.
you see, i take the parts that i remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what i say or love me back.
you are a fever i am learning to live with, and everything is happening at the wrong end of a very long tunnel.
here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.
i donāt really blame you for being dead but you canāt have your sweater back.
the radio aches a little tune that tells the story of what the night is thinking. itās thinking of love. itās thinking of stabbing us to death and leaving our bodies in a dumpster.
and you realize the one person in the world who loves you isnāt the one you thought it would be, and you donāt trust him to love you in a way you would enjoy.
thereās only one thing i want, donāt make me say it, just get me bandages, iām bleeding, iām not just making conversation.
i think iād rather keep the bullet. itās mine, see, iām not giving it up.
if you love me, henry, you donāt love me in a way i understand.
actually, you said love for you is larger than the usual romantic love. itās like a religion. itās terrifying. no one will ever want to sleep with you.
you, the moon. you, the road. you, the little flowers by the side of the road. you keep singing along to that song i hate. stop singing.
thereās a part in the movie where you can see right through the acting, where you can tell that iām about to burst into tears, right before i burst into tears.
i said my arms are very long and your headās on fire. i said kiss me here and here and here and you did.
youāre going to die in your best friendās arms. and you play along because itās funny, because itās written down, youāve memorized it. itās all you know.
in the dream i donāt tell anyone, you put your head in my lap.
you had a bottle of pills but i wouldnāt let you swallow them. you said will you love me even more when iām dead? and i said no, and i threw the pills on the sand. look at them, you said. they look like emeralds.
the face in the mirror is a pale and naked hostage and no one can tell which room heās being held in.
you were burned, you were about to burn, youāre still on fire.
sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.
we have not touched the stars, nor are we forgiven, which brings us back to the heroās shoulders and the gentleness that comes, not from the absence of violence, but despite the abundance of it.Ā
there are many names in history but none of them are ours.
i wanted to hurt you, but the victory is that i could not stomach it.
we know how it works. the world is no longer mysterious.Ā
might just pay someone to write my frankenstein essay for me
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vanessa Bell written c. August 1908
me @ all my past lovers
when phoebe bridgers said "the billboard said 'the end is near'" and when harry styles said "they told me that the end is near" and when taylor swift said "i know they said the end is near"
and in that moment, you realised this was what being a teenager was about, and you wondered how you could have lived for anything else
last ever day of school in a week today!! (i feel like violently throwing up)
mary lambert was so real when she said "i only know how to exist when i'm wanted" like (!!!!) me fr
seventeen was my great perhaps.
it truly is something when you tell your ex to read 'mad girl's love song' by sylvia plath and they reply saying 'in what way did you make me up inside your head' and then block you