deja vu

coming out of my semi-retirement from tumblr to say that danny ricciardo deserved better

you kissed me in a way that’s gonna screw me up forever (he kissed me 5 times on the cheeks and said « you know that with you it’s always 5 »)

i am so down bad guys this is NOT GOOD

« he bought me flowers » does he send you 5-minute-long voicenotes about the history of the USSR

being left on read fills me with such indescribable rage when a guy does it

the way i had to use a dictionary on top of a chair to hang a string of lights 😭 being that short feels like a homophobic joke from the universe

hobbies include stalking myself on insta when someone new follows me

was singing that one rapp snitch knishes instrumental and he started singing along, i think we’re soulmates

sometimes i think my highschool professors were right and college is serious and then i remember that my philology professor lit a bunch of paper sheets on fire to prove that texts don’t last forever