her heart is with him

i just. wanna LIVE. read some BOOKS watch some MOVIES. what's all this abt careers? ambition? what abt LETTING THE SOFT ANIMAL OF UR BODY LOVE WHAT IT LOVES

Sometimes i forget how cute a ship is, i just know I ship it. Like when I finish consuming its content I just continue with my life knowing I ship them, then I reread/rewatch them interacting and I get so giddy all over again and it's like "oh so THIS is why i ship them"

i hate ‘in another life’ pairings. the fact that literally all my ships fit into that category is a cruel trick from god.

the relationship between me and black clothes is a love story that can’t be explained

i hate concert ticket prices why can’t i just get a free ticket for liking a band so much

what they don't tell you about your 20s is that you'll want to leave but you don't because you're scared of the unknown

i think i'm having this realization about myself that i've internalized a very ideal & unrealistic version of belonging that does not actually exist. like i could really belong in a group of people, and still somehow i'd convince myself that i'm an outlier. maybe it's years of introversion, but anyone who's gone through the introvert to extrovert/introvert to a little less introverted pipeline knows it's a weird fucking feeling to mesh w people but have your mind trick you into thinking you don't

this may sound weird but i SWEAR it's a thing my brain does. being alone for so long has caused me to craft an unrealistic view of belonging w people, to the point that no one can satisfy it bc it simply does not exist. i don't feel like i belong w a group simply because i've tricked myself into thinking i don't belong anywhere. but idk i don't think that's true. i think i've belonged w a lot of people, several times. but as a newly proclaimed ambivert i definitely think i have issues getting my brain to catch up w my feelings. so it creates this limbo of belonging but thinking i don't.