Latest Posts by ohpepsi - Page 2

In another life im a green summer dress hanging on a clothing line somewhere sunny

Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home

Jack and Rebecca — First, last, and and first words again.

wow . the intimacy of tea

i love january 1st.. the girls are back from the club. and they are safe in their beds, asleep

Hello god 1 quastion why does the world escape me

girls will be like “this shade of green 😍” about every shade of green they see, and they’re right

PAST LIVES 2023 | dir. Celine Song

childhood was so crazy. my parents were kind of young. a meal seemed to last forever. i could run for ages. everyone was alive

Daphne du Maurier, from The Parasites

join me in my dreams

I leave a piece of me in everyone I’ve ever loved and every place I’ve lived and I can’t let go of anything and my heart aches with the weight of it all

Emil Cioran, The Trouble With Being Born

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{Words by Anaïs Nin, from The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4 (1944-1947) / Cynthia Cruz from diagnosis,The glimmering room}

can't believe we've all been here since we were 14 and now we're all 20000 years old

Do something creative even if it sucks. Do something creative even if it sucks. Do something creative even if it sucks. Do something creative even if it sucks. Do something creative even if it sucks. Do something creative even if it sucks. Do something creative even if it sucks.

girlie you can’t give up now you don’t have the dark green couch of your dreams yet

I will never join dating apps because I don’t want someone to be actively searching for a gf and think I fit the bill enough to fill that role. I want you to meet ME and organically realize you want ME specifically rather than an arbitrary role that could hypothetically be filled by anyone

I do not respect the grind. Go to bed

when will someone spotify wrap me in their arms

RACHEL SENNOTT AND AYO EDEBIRI Bottoms (2023) dir. Emma Seligman

Ada Limón, from “Sometimes I Think My Body Leaves a Shape in the Air”, The Carrying: Poems

HAYLEY WILLIAMS from PARAMORE NYFW '23 | for i-D

what they dont tell you about growing up as a very lonely little girl is that you grow up and still a part of you remains that very lonely little girl

summer of indulgences. takeout for dinner two nights in a row. glass after glass of cold peach juice. scratching mosquito bites for the sensuous pleasure of it. climbing past the point of my fingers giving out. taking the long way home. gently pressing the bruises on my heart just to feel the twinge

things we can do to make people potentially very happy

bake them cookies!! in their preferred flavour

stick little notes of love into their jacket pockets

put on a mix of their favourite songs when you hang out with them

check up on them during their day!! sounds cliche and overused but i promise its actually something that i love receiving from my friends

suggest hanging out together <3

send them funny videos / tiktoks that you think they’d like

“hey this reminded me of you” [post attached]

“hey i know you’re having a hard time rn but i’m here for you okay” [happy gif attached]

make them their favourite drink as a pick-me-up

surprise them with morning coffee before class!!

get to know their drink order :) surprising them with their fav drink is an awesome mood booster

hype them up on their instagram posts!!!

spill about your day / tea then ask about them (the other way around works too! but be tactful :3)

ask them if they need comfort or advice when they’re upset — this exterminates unwanted advice/comfort

“hey i’ll wait for you after class”

“how was your day?”

“reminder that i love u and i hope you have a better day tomorrow”

“coffee on me?”

write them little happydappy reminder letters!!!

“The hours we spent together passed quickly, that small path behind the station where we saw the sun going down over the fields and the evening sky reflected in the ditches, and where those old moss-covered tree-trunks are standing, and the little mill in the distance – I’ll walk there again and think of you.”

Letter #103. Vincent van Gogh to Theo van Gogh. Dordrecht, Monday, 26 February 1877.

Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947