GET UR SHIT TOGETHERRRRRRRRRR
No Doubt
Live ‘96
you are so beautiful you walk in the sunset i see you i look at you
sunset glow you are so beautiful
my daydreams and my sleep dreams have become indistinguishable, written in the same language, i don’t even have choose to think about you anymore. you’re with me always if not in real life then in my mind and i cannot be bored knowing you exist. when you walk away to go home for the night you have not left me at all
it’s so fucking funny when someone you’re unrequitedly in love with bumps into you or brushes off you or smth and they say sorry like lmao don’t worry about it sis i would fuck you if you asked
Feodor Encke (1851–1926)
Allegoria della primavera
me deciding what to eat for breakfast: hmm... well option B definitely tastes better... the last time i had option B was during a mental breakdown though so that could be a little upsetting. option A is probably healthier anyway. ugh option B’s more filling though. i’m kind of in the mood for option A though. the last time i had option A was before my mental breakdown though so maybe i shoul
in another universe—one that’s a very close neighbor to this one—we only meet once. i’m working in a café or a restaurant; you come in with some friends, and i serve you. you make a joke, or say something clever or witty or funny, not in a flirtatious way or anything but just because you’re never not funny or charming. i laugh and the interaction is the highlight of my day, and i never see you again.
that universe is so much easier but god it’s so much fucking worse