come back to me

save me reeses peanut butter cup. save me.

i genuinely have to scroll past every heeseung edit i come across because they make me PHYSICALLY ILLLLL editors are so strong to be able to make those tragic masterpieces but i am NOT your strongest soldier im so sorry

chanting to myself “i don’t care what other people think of me” over and over to hype myself enough to go into the lounge and heat up my food

stubbed my toe reeeeal bad it’s throbbing so hard i genuinely can’t sleep

8pm and still light out maybe my spark is coming back 🥹🥹

sitting on a park bench bundled up still freezing my ass off and the scent of the hot dog cart next to me has me floating like a cartoon character smelling a pie

sometimes you just have to sit on a bench in the sun and feel the wind on your face and listen to blue lips by cortis

mid noodles. gilmore girls. tummy ache. 9th day on period (#scary). same clothes i’ve been wearing all week. existential crises. 9pm emails. sundays are evil….