Real Academia Aesthetic Is Watching Hours Of Youtube Videos On A Topic Because Your Teacher Explained

funny how you just straight up forget basic maths when you start learning advanced equations and stuff

for example, yesterday i used the calculator to do 2x1 and the calculator said 2 and i was like 🤨🤨 this seems wrong

Reminder that the Gods aren’t always going to answer you, aren’t always going to be there for everything. There will be times where you don’t get an answer or any communication at all with them. They don’t hate you or anything like that, it’s just that like with any relationship there will be days where you hear nothing and don’t see them at all because life’s just like that. 

WOW WOW WOW

"Forgive me, for all the things I did but mostly for the ones that I did not.” (ouch)

The secret history by Donna Tart

If We Were Villains by M. L. Rio

If I had a nickel every time a guy in a dostoevsky novel has been attacked in the face and instead of challenging the offender to a duel as they did back in the 1800s they didn't do shit, I’d have two nickels

I think I have a crush on a boy and I’ve got to be honest, it’s not feeling great. Don’t know how people live like this all the time. Disgusting.

Friday nights & Clandestines

The world is small when it is limited to your own room

And the thick smoke of his endless cigarettes

And cobwebs on the framed pictures of the lovers time buried/

The furniture is dusty with ashes of my past, but he doesn't mind that

He's okay with the fact

that we'll never last and the passion will wilt away like his cigarettes/

2 A.M. and Loving in adagio

Flesh meshing with mine and our heartbeats synchronised

We dont have to speak to communicate

As every caress is open to interpret

We are in separate wonderlands/

The night is unfurling and I wonder if our obscenity woke up the sun but

I cannot think clear because I am inebriated on the cadence of his voice and my head is on his chest

And I listen to him like I listen to that damned song/

Carefully/ intently/ on repeat

From start to finish.

The soundtrack is coming to an end

And so is his last cigarette

I will lay on his side of the bed and watch him leave

But the smoke will stay

And I won't open any windows

I'd let me suffocate/

I'm a writer before I'm a mistress

Hence I'll write love confessions with the remains of our night

And my fingers in the ashtray

Oh how I envied your cigarettes as they

Kiss your mouth more than I do/

But it's okay, you suck the life out of both of us.

mutuals i’d ominously stare at in a foggy gothic cemetery

Half of the words I left unsaid could be heard if he could read my eyes.