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this blog is not a well-curated museum. it’s my bedroom & i’m putting things on my shelf & taping things on the wall

hot hot girlies open a new chapter at midnight a day before exam

i regret the days i took a cleared nose for granted

I miss when things used to be a bit ugly…. That’s when people had so much fun… now everyone is beautiful and untouchable and boring and sterilized…. Maybe fashion was weird back in the day and no one took proper care of their skin n whatever but at least people were having fun, at least people tried to be original and weird and fun instead of just being online . Maybe Sumtimes U have 2 go out on a summer day and have so much fun that u forgot to reapply sunscreen…. Maybe that’s what life is about ! Hmm….

what do you mean staying up until 3am reading enemies to lovers fanfiction isn't a highly sought after skill by employers and won't make them instantly hire me for my amazing taste in fanfiction tropes?

this is what i am on tumblr for and it is even more important now during covid

i am so determined to fall more in love with life. intentionally romanticising the walks i am on, the birds chirping, the blooming nature around me, the water in my cup of tea turning from a light peach tone to a dark pink, the poetry i write, the things i am learning, my handwriting, dozing off while sitting in front of my window, all of it and more. I have to take a closer look at the little things that make my heart beat faster.

Never let them say that you should not do this. Wear your favourite lipstick, put on a black coat in July, curse in Latin, become a country mouse, live in a castle, organise a bacchanalia in the woods. Be yourself.

Never let them say that you should not do this. Wear your favourite lipstick, put on a black coat in July, curse in Latin, become a country mouse, live in a castle, organise a bacchanalia in the woods. Be yourself.