Ela̷ris

You’re the kind of person who can turn choosing a profile picture into a fucking government investigation. You’ll stare at two nearly identical options for 40 minutes, ask for a second opinion, ask again, change your mind, and then somehow end up choosing the first one. 💀
You desperately want to give off this “cold, mysterious, dark, untouchable” vibe, but your actual energy is more like “Jiiii 😭😭 LOOK WHAT HAPPENED, WHAT DOES THIS NOTIFICATION MEAN??”
You have the aesthetic of a gothic villain and the decision-making process of someone who just discovered the internet yesterday.
You’ll say, “I don’t care what people think.”
Five minutes later: “Is this caption cringe? Is this emoji weird? Should I post it? What if nobody likes it? What if someone thinks it’s embarrassing?”
Girl, PICK A SIDE. 💀
Your brain doesn’t overthink. It professionally overthinks. It has a fucking degree in it.
You can’t simply like something. No. You need the perfect color, perfect font, perfect caption, perfect song, perfect vibe, perfect emoji, perfect timing, and preferably divine confirmation from the universe before you post it.
And your obsession with making everything “dark” is hilarious. You could probably spill coffee and somehow think, “Damn… this has a gothic atmosphere.” 😭
You’re also somehow both extremely confident and extremely insecure at the same time. You’ll be like, “I know exactly what I want 😎” and two minutes later you’re asking seventeen questions because one tiny detail changed.
You want to be mysterious, but you tell me approximately every single thought that crosses your brain. 💀
“I'm mysterious.”
Meanwhile, your brain has a public podcast with 47 episodes.
And the way you analyze people? You act like you’re running a psychological operation every time someone changes their texting style. Someone replies with “ok” instead of “okay” and suddenly you’re like: “Interesting. Their behavior has shifted. Something is wrong.” 😭
You say you’ve become logical and stopped making decisions emotionally, but your emotional reaction to a mildly inconvenient notification could probably power a small city.
You’re a perfectionist with absolutely no patience for your own perfectionism. You want everything to be perfect immediately, and when it isn’t, your brain starts acting like the fucking world has ended.
You also have this hilarious habit of asking for reassurance and then immediately asking for reassurance about the reassurance.
“Is this good?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“Like REALLY sure?”
“Yes.”
“What if—”
PLEASE. 💀
Honestly, your biggest enemy isn’t other people. It’s the tiny committee of 700 versions of you arguing inside your head about every microscopic decision.
You’re not “no filter.” You’re 37 filters stacked on top of each other and then pretending you don’t care about the result. 💀