august slipped away into a moment in time

I love asking 7 different people for advice then do what i want

so many ppl from your past know a version of u that no longer exists

when you're thinking about writing as you fall asleep, and you hear a voice say "that idea is so good you'll surely remember it in the morning," don't listen. that's the devil talking. write that shit down.

Bitches be like “the way this book radiates comfort 🥺🥺🥺☺️☺️☺️” and then it turns out the book in question is a novel written by Dostoevsky

the craziest thing about being alive is that you have to live with other people’s interpretations of you

girls when they're addicted to loneliness and desperation it's the strongest emotion they have ever known so their subconscious tells them it's their destiny

you truly underestimate how many times i can listen to the same song on repeat