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physically im here, mentally im all cuddled up in a blanket with the cute person i like

don’t!!! fake!!!! your!!!! interests!!!! to!!!! make!!!! someone!!!! like!!!!! you!!!!

don’t!!! bury!!!! your!!!! interests!!! to!!!!! make!!!! someone!!!! like!!!!! you!!!!

coping with the pain of living by being a little silly

adult life is truly just thinking “I NEED TO CLEAN” while dealing with the 17 other things that have a hard deadline

My love language is trying to get to know your past and upbringing to understand why you are the way you are and then later give you everything you need but never received from anyone else.

not to be nsfw but if someone caressed my cheek and told me no grave can hold them down, they’ll crawl back to me, I’d combust immediately

I have an emotional attachment to Work Song by Hozier

hozier saying “when my time comes around / lay me gently in the cold dark earth / no grave can hold my body down / I'll crawl home to her” and mahmoud darwish saying “they asked ‘do you love her to death?’ I said ‘speak of her over my grave and watch how she brings me back to life’” is so soft and quite literally unmatched.

the way artistic people love others is probably the most endearing thing in the world