amber waves

hate that I was understanding when I should’ve just been a cunt

not photogenic but i probably look sooo good as a distant memory

i know we're not supposed to say this but i literally love being alone and going on the computer

i hope that someday there will be no more advertisements ever again

everything will probably be fine but i have to get really anxious just in case

No great mind has ever existed without a touch of yaoi, or whatever they say

its good to acknoweldge the hollowness of revenge but sometimes you really do just need a story about someone who gets hurt and then kills and kills and kills and kills their enemies. its cathartic, babey.

"there's nothing that can bring my loved one back, so there's no point in killing you" and "there's nothing that can bring my loved one back, so there's nothing that can save you" are two themes that can and should co-exist

“i’ll take care of you” will be one of the most gentlest things someone can say to you

i feel like i do 25% of what an average person does in a day and still it's too much

all i do is sit and think about imaginary but extremely detailed romantic scenarios

would you like to be old friends? maybe meet again in a decade or so? stumble into the same corner of the world by happy, human accident? look at me like you know me? like all the love we had was just on stand by, waiting to be fallen back into, waiting for permission to wake up, like the dormant volcano we are? pick each other back up again like a well loved, well forgotten book? would you like to be old friends? would you like to remember me a little?

they should make a washing machine that does not only dry your laundry but also irons it and also puts the sheets back on your bed

briefly taking my phone out at work and looking at images of my favourite character like im a soldier in the trenches looking at a picture of their loved one back home