meela's room ♡ ⋆｡˚

im too old to keep fucking around and finding out

im just a fucking button leave me alone

how do i get to wasia

on may 25th, in the early hours of the morning, the thrashing stopped. her panicked pleas went quiet, and she drifted up, out, onto the street, down the drain. she was never so peaceful, even in sleep. but when her heart released, her throat unclenched, her chest lightened, she went with them. untethered and unbound. she billowed through the world, unseen by any and all. she was happy though the thought never crossed her mind. nothing did. nothing would ever have to again. so, she was happy— and no one, including her, would ever know.

can i go one day of exam season without wanting to neck myself oh my FUCKING GOD

tenuous torturous tartarus tenacious terrifying talisman tremulous trickling trickery

panicking because guests will be arriving soon and throwing a blanket over yourself

needa be like the waves in an aivazovsky painting

accio abs

its one of those puddings in a cup and once u pop it out it gets kinda flat and starts crying

i felt a funeral in my brain is just so true