shoutout to my favorite coping mechanism, isolation

concept: me, laying in the sun on the softest grass imaginable. i have nowhere to go, no one to be

nothing like stepping outside while the seasons are changing and suddenly feeling a change in the weather that knocks you back in time by several years

sorry professor I'm going to have to miss class today bc when I walked outside in the morning it was cold and sunny in a very specific way and suddenly I was struck with a nostalgia for years past so vivid and potent that I had to sit down

i’m a clove of garlic and God is crushing me under a knife so i add flavour to the soup

instead of a brain there is a mini haunted house in my head

the inherent romance of literally everything when you’re a sentimental bitch

my daily routine consists of me waking up and gradually committing all 7 deadly sins throughout the day. then i sleep

No Noise November. everyone shut up