sometimes i think about how there has always been this dream version of me in my head who knows how to play the piano and can sing in key and charts stars by herself (and w her loved ones too) and reads so many books and studies diligently every day and is top of every academic pursuit and has all these skill-based creative outlets she nourishes constantly and does not have to compromise any of them for the other bc she knows how to budget her time and is not afraid of failure and does not let petty distractions like phone time get in her way. and i'm like oh. i want that really bad. like that truly eclipses everything else in my life

"i would kill for you" "i would die for you" okay but would you forgive me if i forgot something important for the 51204th time in a row even though i tried my best to remember

ohgarments

i simply cannot fathom going on tinder and matching with someone and then having sex with them how do yall even do it that sounds like the worst thing in the world goodbye

her armpits would NOT be clean shaven

Ummmm sometimes you dread the weight of your life and other times it is an early morning in april and there are 5 species of birds singing and also the sun is shining through the baby leaves. Btw

Baek Duri - 마중 4, 2022

theres nothing a shower cant fix theres nothing jerking off and a shower cant fix theres nothing jerking off and an iced coffeeand an ibuprofen and a shower and a warm blanky and good music and a quiet house and a good cry and a bit of sunlight streaming through the window cant fix. tears in my eyes. something's gotta work right.

Emily Dickinson, from a letter to Abiah Root (May 1848)

is this not the coolest song ever recorded

those people who say the same thing about every horror movie and it's like "i would've killed myself immediately wouldn't even have tried to survive" me about movies where a character gets pregnant

After sex you see me roll over and go to balcony. You think ive gone for smoke due to my melancholic nature but I’ve opened sudoku.com evil level

I am crawling towards March like my life depends on it (it does)…………..

maybe life is just about going to the cinema

Orlando (1992), dir. Sally Potter