painted my nails. they are very uneven, messy, and a complete disaster honestly, but somehow i love them. who cares anyway.

it feels so good to feel good. it almost makes you forget how bad it is to feel bad.

loving instagram rn

showing up for everything like a lamb for the slaughter.

hahahahahahaha

there's a reason i love winters.

when it comes to socializing, i become cillian murphy.

i was sent on earth to be the loser coded friend who's lowkey funny but in a stupid way who's also smart but at the same time unbelievably slow.

crying because i suddenly remembered the time my mother said "i’m very happy" over the phone when i won my first prize. probably the first and last time she ever said that to me.

love little corners like this in college that make you feel like a man from another century who writes letters, owns a single good coat, and spends afternoons doing absolutely nothing.

the temperature drops a little and i start acting like i'm a woman from one of those old persian poems. (also a cup of coffee in my hand would be perfect)