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“i’m not judging.” my father says, whilst judging.
person: are you listening to me?
me: haha yeah sorry the colour of that girl’s shirt is really bright and i can’t hear you over it because it’s distracting my eyes which apparently distracts my ears
can we get some appreciation for clara bow please
like
“You look like Taylor Swift in this light we’re loving it. You’ve got edge she never did.”
you can’t tell me that you have ever enjoyed a full bowl of oatmeal. it’s nice at first and ur like “oh i’m a little foresty person who lives in the woods and it’s always sunny and i bake pies and drink tea”
and then by the time you have a few spoonfuls left ur like “i am a poverty stricken orphan in the 18th century at an orphanage and this tastes like glue but i need it to survive even though i would rather die than eat this without sugar”
it’s that time of year where it’s just warm enough that you can go outside and see people wearing tank tops and shorts but also people wearing full sweatsuits
anyone else get guilty about not answering unimportant texts?
hey question is it a neurospicy thing to be watching a show or reading a book or talking to people and also be thinking about, like, taxes, and also your best friend, but also like how popsicles are made? like i’m paying attention to both of the things that i’m doing i’m just thinking like 9 different coherent things all at once.
the amount of influencers on the internet who don’t know how to spell astounds me
reblog to cast level 5 spell: everyone who reads this gets a full night sleep
just a reminder that your bones are warm :)
taylor please i’m just a girl how am i supposed to survive TTPD?
look man i’m not gay but i’m gay for keira knightley as elizabeth swann ok
how do i…tell people they aren’t a priority for me without being rude??
like, genuinely i have nothing against them. and they’re super nice and super chill but i don’t have the energy to talk to them?
and i feel so bad because i want to and i should and i realistically won’t and eventually they’ll stop trying and i’ll be sad
but
i just
can’t?
appreciation post for like
the tags?
i always picture it like little offhand comments being muttered under someone’s breath as they walk away
oh, to be standing in the middle of a dark forest clearing at 2 in the morning, the trees whispering around you, the innate sense that something is watching making your skin prickle, the light of the waning moon filtering through the tall tall trees, a solitary owl hooting an accompaniment to your voice, belting take me to church like you have nothing to lose.