fuck instagram give me your letterboxd account

Idk about you, but I heard the owl at night saying 'who' when I was trying to sneak out, and I thought I was busted

Yk, I'm insane when I stay home to study or read the books in my read list instead of creating new obsessions out of life

I still don't believe it when ppl say I'm the reason behind their trust issues

Yes, I say, "Come here, I won't bite you?" And still bite.It's like a trust exercise gone horribly wrong.
But why? Why would I sink my teeth into your skin and leave it bruised or broken?
A desperate cry for attention? Am i just really, really bad at impulse control? Do i have a secret craving for human flesh?or is it to make someone else understand the crushing burden of loving with everything you have, and still falling short.

(My mom showed me all the bruises of my bite)

I just want them to know what it's like to love with such intensity that it hurts, so I bite. It's a clumsy, misguided attempt to share the load, to say, "Here, feel this. Feel the weight of this love, the anxiety of its potential failure, and the crushing pressure of inadequacy."


With lots of luv to all the precious ppl out there(in the form of bites ofc!)

If I were to describe my music taste I'd say it's like a radio that's able to receive signals from all around the world and constantly changes stations

i only wake up from my naps to gather enough tiredness to be able to nap again

I wish I could talk sarcastically with everyone without making them feel bad cause I don't know how much longer I can suppress the urges

You'd think being a gifted child would've brought me a life of success instead I got a fucking praise kink.

tea isn't just a drink it's a handwarmer it's an experience it's a love language it's a friend it's

Hi! (With the intention of building an awkward silence afterwards)

I told 'em she is a woman in the same way a tomato is a fruit

philosophers are just certified overthinkers and yappers

proud to announce that i'm making a bad decision but i'm not telling y'all what it is so you can't stop me X3

No one listens to Ethel Cain like I do

Ofc I would know smth is going on when she circles the kitchen with her hands behind her back, looking like a detective who is close to crack the case

But I'm Emily's flickering lantern when she knocked and banged on each door to find herself