oh, the cleverness of me

Fight me (flirting)

Me, not talking: Ah fuck, I am being weird

Me, talking: Ah fuck, I am being weird

Stay strong and enjoy the post-storm sunset.

She is like the shadow of a white rose in a mirror of silver.

ig credit: gossipstyle.

Sometimes, I wish I was a protagonist in a YA novel but then I remember that requires running

Knut Hamsun, Pan

i don’t lose hyperfixations they just go dormant until I hear something about it like a sleeper agent

Hearing the trigger word and just

life is good again (ordered something online)

life is bad again (account was charged)

LIFE IS GOOD AGAIN (PACKAGE ARRIVED)

It’s just me and my silly little books against the world