No chick flick moments

i know its unhealthy to live in your own dream world but like…its safe bitch

“you’re a writer, right?” Me, staring at the one sentence ive managed to add in the last hour: In theory

why are there so many days?? i feel like we just had a whole day yesterday… they don’t stop

i really love oversized clothing that distorts your silhouette. I love being formless

whenever i see a sleeping kitties paws unguarded i understand exactly how eve felt about the apple

i can hug pillows and pretends its anyone i want and do it for the rest of my life

lemme put it this way: I’d rather the entire human race die out than any woman be forced to bear a child against her will

if i was in a jane austen novel i would be the one sent to the seaside for my health

dude stop telling me to count dracula I only ever see the one