i’m lowkey proud of myself for not giving in to overconsumption for a long while now. everywhere i look, people are constantly buying and buying and buying. it’s an endless loop of "just one more thing." and sometimes i want to tell them to stop, to maybe think about why nothing ever feels enough, but then i realise it’s not really my place to intervene. still, i haven’t done any of that in ages, and i’m genuinely content with it.
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im like if a girl was miserable all the time for reasons which are easily identifiable but nevertheless impossible to do anything about
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"don't make me hate you. loving you is painful enough" excuse me? harry? damn.
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