Polkadot

Let the gravity do the rest

I feel very fake whenever someone relates to me like "do you know my entire personality is based on that one book?!?!"

N ofc i complain abt my sleep schedule afterward

I'm just a girl ofc I'm gonna read books til midnight instead of studying

You know that joke, "Maybe if I love my depression, it'll leave me too"? I relate to that in the sense that whenever I talk about something—whether it’s a plan, something I got, or just something in motion—it somehow goes wrong or gets delayed. It’s like a superpower that only works when I don’t realize it. I’m not one to believe in superstition, but it's happened enough times to make me wonder. Call it the evil eye or whatever.

I'm addicted to the way my heart skips beats and aches terribly pumping pain in my system and nostalgia rushing around every time I enjoying my own malencholy

Snoopy coded

I wonder how many things you think about before you get to me, I wonder how many things you wanna do before you think I'm in between

There is no in-between jemmy it's either I'm going insane or I'm romanticizing my life

Buying a book isn't enough. I need to actually read 'em

is anyone else feeling stuck and waiting for something that will never come in order to start living or is it just me?

I joined for the drama, honestly

Reading that one confession on tele channel be like:

I dissolve into fits of laughter whenever I hear the whispers of heartbreak

When will you stop reaching for everything just to return empty-handed ?

Just a girl who is becoming one with the fabric, growing buttons, and a decorative floral pattern.

pretty sure she was leaving a permanent dent in the sofa, a testament to the sheer force of her procrastination.

It was one of those days where my to-do list resembled a Stephen King novel, and my motivation had apparently eloped with a circus clown to Vegas. My brain was essentially a browser with 75 tabs open, each one playing a different commercial for something I didn't need.