You know what else wallows?
Pigs
In mud

"hyperfixating" "dissociating" "nonverbal" "bedrotting" girl get off the fucking phone

How does Hamilton… an immigrant…

I love that post that's like "never trust how you feel about your life after 9pm" that shit changed my life. every time I feel bad I look at the clock and I'm like Aha it's 10:26 PM You Cannot Fucking Fool Me

i think i love jazz for its familiarity.. it reminds me of dinners that ive never hosted, the wine that hasnt been drank yet, unspoken conversations, the sound of the core of human experiences.

What was all that pomegranate metaphorism about

my soulmate is in someone’s pv rn talking shit about their loved ones i just know it

Every morning in my bed I experience 100 lifetimes, become enlightened several times over, climb peaks and descend into valleys, lose all hope and regain it, and devise a breakfast.

The only sound in my head
Was a dying cricket in a jar. Do you know how it sounds?

I was on a bus with a girl that kept giving me the feeling of pretty french girl smoking cigs in peace in her silk dress on the balcony of her apartment

they say the more you recall a memory
the less real it becomes
so I sit here,
and remember you back to kindness

It's either another depressive episode or I need a hair cut
.
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Yk what
Let's just skip this life

whenever you want to talk to me, make sure about what song I'm listening to, cause my whole personality will change per every song i listen.