Ugh, I Need To Get Some Cool Glasses Like Yesterday

Ugh, I need to get some cool glasses like yesterday

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eccentricechoes

3 months ago

im so sleepy, but my room is a disaster, and my homeworks not done, and I should really probably shower, and I want to go to bed but I feel like I don't deserve sleep

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i hate it here im exhausted

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eccentricechoes

3 months ago

I slept 10+ hours last night, woke up after 12:00 PM, didn't get out of bed until 3:00 PM, and I already want to go back to sleep

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i hate my brain i dunno I WANT to go to bed why am I so tired? I had an energy drink so I should be awake

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eccentricechoes

3 months ago

ignoring my homework

failing my classes

smell burnt rubber

feel like stretched elastic

mind is still running

cause caffeine's fantastic

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eccentricechoes

3 months ago

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eccentricechoes

3 weeks ago

Old Burying Point Cemetery Welcome Center

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whimsigoth witchy vibes

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eccentricechoes

1 month ago

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moon celestial whimsigoth witchcore whimsigotic

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eccentricechoes

1 month ago

Salem Graveyard and the Witch Memorial

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Salem witches graveyard spooky aesthetic whimsigothic

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eccentricechoes

2 months ago

Perfume bottle PNGs

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eccentricechoes

3 months ago

My friend asked me about my new tattoo before class today, and I couldn't help but laugh because it was actually just a bunch of notes I had written on my arm

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college chaotic academia disorganization they didn't see it close up not making fun of them

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eccentricechoes

3 months ago

I take everything showers when I can't sleep at night

I could be in there for hours, and still not feel right

And so I'll cry myself to sleep, or stay up to see the sun

Cause no matter how I scrub the dirt, it's like I've gotten off none

I'm a mess, my life's a mess, why can't I wash it away?

If I never feel clean, then there must be a better way

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