I Might Follow Dark Academia, But I'm Suffering For My Degree In A Whole Ass Daylight.

i don’t mind teaching you how to love me, as long as you’re willing to learn

i’m very insecure but obsessed with myself but cry when i don’t look good but very confident but judge myself everyday but wanna die but love my life but

I wish someone had told me that love isn’t torture. Because I thought love was this thing that was supposed to tear you in two and leave you heartbroken and make your heart race in the worst way. I thought love was bombs and tears and blood. I did not know that it was supposed to make you lighter, not heavier. I didn’t know it was supposed to take only the kind of work that makes you softer. I thought love was war. I didn’t know it was supposed to…I didn’t know it was supposed to be peace. And you know what? Even if I did know that, I don’t know that I would’ve been ready to welcome it or value it .

Daisy Jones & The Six

I understand my women. They want ball gowns and daggers for their birthdays. Its really simple.

people are saying do it scared, but you also gotta do it alone. you'll miss out on so much you want to do if you wait til someone will do it with you. do it scared and do it alone.

The academic urge to take up on several new skills because you’re desperate to feel as though you have value and secretly fear not leaving a mark when you’re gone

I just want someone to go on an ice cream date with me at 2am :)

rewatching, rereading, or reliving your comfort series and then finishing it is the worst feeling. you start off alright, happy to be back. it feels as if you’re coming home, but by the time you end it, it’s like you’re leaving home. it feels so completely wrong but you cannot change the fact that the story is nearing the end. it creates an ache in your chest, you automatically miss it and wish to go back.

One day I will stop procrastinating, but today is not that day