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.

If you think I can offer you anything more than meaningless conspiracies,philosophies and thoughts about this world,you're wrong,I'm a boring person leave me alone

I felt the shake

istg same

I'm the story of little prince. I'm the lonely traveler from the other planet, I'm the fox who's afraid to be tamed. I'm the sunsets he watched when he was sad, I'm the stars being counted and kept track of to be sold one day. I'm the selfish rose that withers at last, I'm the tree roots possessing his home. I'm flying with gooses to come back one day. I'm the simple drawings of the book and the complication in a little kid's philosophy.

My heart is still beating because of the shake

Need reassurance that this ain't my day

That wasn't intense ,was it?(literally I was almost thrown out of my seat)

It wasn't the worst one so far but pretty strong
I was saying my prayers just in case

I just realized I'm a whoose(I can strategize my escape)

beating the self-sabotage allegation by smiling cutely while saying the most fucked up shit you've ever heard.