claudia

henry winter be like do it for the aesthetic and then murder one of his best friends

Goodbye Austen girl summer, hello Brontë girl fall

I don't dress to the male gaze or the female gaze; I dress for the greasy-haired, bitten lips, shaking, purple eye bags, unwashed face and clothes, cracked knuckles, no makeup by choice, clumsy, unaware, dead-eyed, always high mfs. I fucks with them.

extremely depressed and burnt out but in a hot and myterious way

vulnerability is like so hard, if I told you anything sappy please know that I had a hand to hand combat with seven layers of embarrassment and repression

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