When will you stop reaching for everything just to return empty-handed ?

I dissolve into fits of laughter whenever I hear the whispers of heartbreak

Reading that one confession on tele channel be like:

I joined for the drama, honestly

is anyone else feeling stuck and waiting for something that will never come in order to start living or is it just me?

Buying a book isn't enough. I need to actually read 'em

There is no in-between jemmy it's either I'm going insane or I'm romanticizing my life

I wonder how many things you think about before you get to me, I wonder how many things you wanna do before you think I'm in between

Snoopy coded

I'm addicted to the way my heart skips beats and aches terribly pumping pain in my system and nostalgia rushing around every time I enjoying my own malencholy

You know that joke, "Maybe if I love my depression, it'll leave me too"?

I relate to that in the sense that whenever I talk about something—whether it’s a plan, something I got, or just something in motion—it somehow goes wrong or gets delayed.

It’s like a superpower that only works when I don’t realize it. I’m not one to believe in superstition, but it's happened enough times to make me wonder. Call it the evil eye or whatever.

I'm just a girl ofc I'm gonna read books til midnight instead of studying

N ofc i complain abt my sleep schedule afterward

I feel very fake whenever someone relates to me like "do you know my entire personality is based on that one book?!?!"

Let the gravity do the rest

who up delaying the inevitable?

Status : in need of reassurance 

“sometimes making tea is less about drinking it and more about it keeping you company” and i think that makes so much sense because sometimes that’s the only source of warmth and comfort you can get.