Me After Sleeping Ljke Shit For The 10,497th Day In A Row: This Is Good Actually Because Now I'll Be

december will make you go insane if the passage of time is something that scares you

my goal for today is no instagram reels & read 20 pages of my book. no consequences if i don’t do that because you cannot hate yourself into becoming who you are

Theo and Pippa tumblr bloggers, one in secret the other sooooo so open and proud.

"I got 360 notes on my last post Theo!"

"oh wow that's so awesome!!" *got 1869 notes on his last post but can't let anyone know what the post was about or that he regularly uses tumblr*

queerbaiting is good because the yearning is always better than the having

born to be richie tozier (loud, always laughing, thrives with other people, unapologetic yourself), forced to be eddie kaspbrak (worries too much, easily grossed out, full of rage, trapped in a cycle of familiarity even though it’s awful)

I'm going to reread The Goldfinch, because I can't stand being emotionally stable for too long, I need something to lament and suffer about.

just googled my symptoms and it turns out it was boris i missed, the whole impulsive mess of him: gloomy, reckless, hot-tempered, appallingly thoughtless. boris pale and pasty, with his shoplifted apples and his russian-language novels, gnawed-down fingernails and shoelaces dragging in the dust. boris - budding alcoholic, fluent curser in four languages - who snatched food from my plate when he felt like it and nodded off drunk on the floor, face red like he’d been slapped. 

richard siken, the language of birds; from war of foxes

sorry for how i acted when i was being myself

me, watching every episode of Yellowjackets S3: