feeling like
my beloved
I am forever grateful for books and cinnamon
playing pool with my friends turned into exploring the liminal spaces
«it’s going to get better tomorrow » i said it yesterday. turned out it’s been 4 years
forever lost in reverie
it’s not the fact that it happened, it’s the the fact the i put up with this shit
a cute photo dump from my friend’s birthday 🥹
can u blame me for taking selfies instead of studying?