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give me the old-school love. write me letters. leave me random notes. kiss my hands. slow dance with me. write a poem. lie down with me on the grass. read to me.

Are you listening to Fearless (Taylor’s Version) or is there something wrong with you?

my aesthetic: sleepy face, piles of unread books, sticky notes, dirty coffee mugs, chair full of clothes yet to be folded, phone on charge, sweatpants and bed.

how will I live, if I don’t drink four mugs of coffee a day, feel jittery and lose my sleep.

let this year be the one where you don’t have to be scared of being judged. do your thing. others don’t even have a reply for ‘tell me about yourself’ how on earth are they supposed to know you.

muting, unfollowing and blocking can also be a part of self-care.

there’s this guy who’s finally giving me an almost-Mr. Darcy experience: insulting me via jokes and calling it flirting.

treasure people who share good music with you

I am sorry about what I say after I’ve consumed too much of caffeine. It puts me in my extremely happy-high spirits. I slightly lose sense of my reality .