a comment said “I started drinking coffee so my teeth weren’t perfectly white, cause you used to say that you liked white teeth, right?”
HEPL, IM CRYING.
“i’m not different, am I?”
i’m never gonna recover myself from watching Wes Anderson movies and i don’t want to either, it feels like a sharp knife where you’re reflecting yourself like a mirror but also like a warm hug that says “i understand the way you feel”.
girls crying while putting on makeup is one thing but what about girls angrily sobbing while aggressively brushing their hair
“what did I think it was wrong? that made it sound as if nothing was really wrong, i only thought it was wrong.”
Sylvia Plath. The bell jar.
Me
Girl I find you as the most interesting person I ever knew.
The likes and dislikes you shared with me. The insecurities you let me know. The voids that made you feel imperfect. The health that kept you deteriorating. The tears that instantly rolled down your cheeks. Those little things of me that made you smile. The regression you felt after harshing me.
Everything of this is interesting to me.
Everything of you craves to be known.
Everything of you deserves to be everloved.
no matters what is going on with me, mitski always makes me feel understood.
i’m just a girl, i love art, books, writing, dancing and laying on the floor while I drink coffee and overthink my whole life.
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