I’m so unapologetic about my love for love. Why should I dim my intensity? Why should I restrict my heart when it lives within everything?
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gettin real tired of people pretending that the writers not explaining every little thing in detail is the same thing as a plothole tbh
has to think once while watching something whoa this is bad writing
“If you never know who you can trust then trust me you’ll be lonely.”
Panic! at the Disco, calling me out for my bs lonely mannerisms
“And when she needs to shelter from reality she takes a dip in my daydreams.”
— Arctic Monkeys, Arabella
tag urself as a student type
coffee: always frantic, has a crammed schedule, never stops consuming caffeine, will agree to go to a party even if they have a six a.m. shift the next day
bujo: organized, likes to makes lists and keep track of things, plans outfit the night before, stresses when they get a grade less than a B
oops: stopped caring in the third grade, somehow manages to get okay grades, never studies, kind of lazy, would eat Waffle House at 3 in the morning
sweatshirt: is trying as hard as they possibly can, has to study and work hard for their grades, constantly stressing, has social anxiety, tries to do every extra curricular under the sun
aesthetique: probably vegetarian or vegan, has a “mom jean” 80′s aesthetic, glorifies local cafes, wants to live in Europe, always wants to cut their hair
gothique: black clothes only, still stans my chemical romance, uses sarcasm as a defense mechanism, desperately wants some tattoos, likes the black lipstick look but too shy to do it
Oops and sweatshirt
I’m a mix of coffee and bujo,
Gothique without the black lipstick thing
Sweatshirt and Gothique
Coffee and Sweatshirt
I am both gothique and oops hahaa
Oops and aesthetique
bujo
aesthetique-oops
“I am a dreamer. I know so little about real life. I am going to dream about you the whole night, the whole week, the whole year.”
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights
I thought the most painful feeling was that of the heartache you feel after someone tells you they are done with you. I was wrong. The most painful feeling is knowing you miss someone and knowing they miss you but not knowing how to rebuild a bridge you both burned down.
-no going back
*starts writing*
*instantly forgets every word I’ve ever known, including my name*
