Aug 29, 2025
yeah they tell you that your early twenties is the time of your life, but what they don’t mention is the Early Twenties Loneliness that will hit you like a fucking truck on a random Friday night
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yeah they tell you that your early twenties is the time of your life, but what they don’t mention is the Early Twenties Loneliness that will hit you like a fucking truck on a random Friday night
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i just struck a pose and kicked my leg in the air for Emphasis when saying smth to my sister and then my hip / leg popped in like 6 different spots SO LOUDLY
Oh.
Its an attachment issues flare up night.
i heard star wars music and scrambled to get up off the floor, smacking into the door in the process
♤
#46.
“You’re cold hearted.”
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✎: For an unsent letter from my muse (May be AU if you want, just let me know what kind of AU you want).
Dear Carter,
I. Ugh. Your hair looked beautiful today. Not girl beautiful. More like prince beautiful. Like Flynn Rider. You know? You probably do. Even if you don’t know I kind of want to be your Rapunzel. But I’m not blonde, or that small. I don’t have dresses, or a Pascal. I know I’m not as pretty as that girl you keep looking at. And maybe that’s okay. Because you’re the only thing getting me through my dad’s birthday. And maybe it’s good you’re still my oblivious perfect thing. I’ll just keep you locked away. Keep my dreams of you tucked away for rainy days. Even though I know reality would be so much sweeter. So much. Your arms would tuck around me, and your chest would be a perfect pillow, and maybe you’d even kiss me. I hate you. I hate you because I might just love you and I know you’ll never love me back.
