Coffee for Everyone

CEO of disappearing and ignoring people when I'm not in the mood

no offense but reading is literally the cure to brain rot and there’s no work around to reading books

me and the intimacy of being up late at night.

“your trauma doesn’t define you” no actually it does. it dictates every aspect of my shitty life.

I love to be sleepy. I love dim lighting. I love cozy bedding. dozing off is the best feeling

0% interest

“ur so quiet” thanks i do not want to talk to you

Tumblr isn't even a website to me it's like if my diary was a groupchat

I’m at a point in my life where peace of mind has become one of my highest priorities.

still around, just out the way

introverts be like "i know a good spot" and then go home

Overthinking is my second language.

I don’t let everybody get close to me. That’s a special privilege.