and some angels don't have wings.

& i’m not looking for love 🦩

and congratulations, you waste 9 months of this year and only 3 months left to get better.

and i love my alone time than being in crowded places.

because my love language is saying the most random stuff so i can keep talking to you.

& i know, beauty can bloom anywhere.

what’s love, i need money right now.

and my type:
when he doesn't drink or smoke,
is taller than me, man-child, wants me 24/7, communicates instead of going silent, knows how to make me laugh, keeps his word, respects my boundaries, is protective but not controlling,
gives me princess treatment, makes me feel loved without me having to ask.

& how my room would look if i got permission.

what i would tell my younger self -
“don’t trust anyone”

and today is my bestie’s birthday,
love you so much.

rain & “Cigarettes after sex” is the best combo ever.

and i think she’s good friend, but not best friend.

& i wanna be only art he can see.

& i found myself in a shit position.

and i wanna tell you one thing-
don’t waste your time!

but i’m not into buying dresses, cosmetics

just books are my therapy.

& we will be chic and chico 🐈‍⬛

sometimes i feel that i’m the best one when i wake up before sun 🌞