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.

The rain has woven this perfect cocoon of comfort and peace, and you want to get up because it's Monday?!?

rap over piano just sounds so malicious and scary

Someone have to read the secret history with me and yap abt every shi that happened

hate it when some bad memories pop up back in my mind like “remember me?” I wish I didn't

Have I told you you are as beautiful as Persian poems, no?

im scared of going to therapy, they might fix me and i’ll lose my swag.

on the verge of going insane but I have exams coming up so I can't think about that rn

no bragging but me and you dont need alcohol to send texts we regret-

Guys you don't know how bad I need hugs and headpats right now, but you also don't know how hard I'll flinch if someone dares to touch me.

You're the one who tries that DIY home project from Pinterest and ends up with a half-finished mess and a trip to the emergency room. You're the person who enthusiastically jumps into a new hobby, buys all the gear, and then promptly loses interest after two weeks.

online stalking is the best outcome of the modern society.

we spent too much time together now we all look the same

when you're drinking and doing drugs, I'm at collage acquiring knowledge. then I go out to drink and do drugs

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"you look like math nerds"

afraid to tell you I can't even do basic math(I count using my fingers)

albert camus wrote all that books to say accepting death as an inevitability doesn't end with your own death but also other people's and this guy over here is like "albert camus had a relationship after his wife died"

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i wanna hangout with people too , well i think its fine even if they are lil stupid or bad , long as they have a good taste ..i really wish to walk on empty streets at a foggy winter midnight with my friends talking stuff , have a spot ...well yk the artist ciggs after sex right , so when i talk about spots and foggy winter nights i mean something that fits the CAS song vibes perfectly

I'm like a spoiled cat my friends didn't ask for

doing nothing feels so good when you don't have a bitch in your ear screaming at you to do something

the bitch in my ear = brain