I Always Thought This Enormity Would Consume Me, Those Constant Confessions, The Amount Of Dependence

propaganda i am not falling for:

always moving on. some goodbyes need to rot a little. some griefs need to be held in the mouth like a stone.

beauty defined by algorithms. beauty exists in crow feet and smile lines

pretending to be chill. i’m not chill. i care deeply and inconveniently. i read into things. i write poems about eye contact

beige apartments with no soul. give me bookshelves and incense and loud art

sneaky links and unclear intentions. i want devotion. and also clarity

treating books as decor. read them. dog-ear them. argue with them in the margins

i bet you think about me - taylor swift

part of a recent reflection

eeeeeeeee sunooooo

Achaaa gaana and it's not even sad I like it heheee

Late September Walk, 7:26 pm

Notting Hill (1999) dir. Roger Michell

Sylvia Plath // Fyodor Dostoyevsky