Everyday I’m Between Blowing My Brains Out Or Blowing My Brains Out

"Does such a thing as 'the fatal flaw,' that showy dark crack running down the middle of a life, exist outside literature? I used to think it didn't. Now I think it does. And I think that mine is this: a morbid longing for the picturesque at all costs."

Donna Tartt, The Secret History

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I have the worst habit of gossiping but I can’t stop and I have myself

I haven’t written in my diary for months because I’m scared my hand won’t be able to write as fast as my mind is going to process all my thoughts and I’ll just go blurry from tears welling and the pages will be soaked. Know this situation from experience.

always here for the polaroid vibes <3

this one popped up again recently </3