Why Must I Be Productive Is It Not Enough To Read My Silly Little Fantasy Romance Books And Disappear

“you’re so hot” ok but am i unsettling? do i seem eerie to you? give you a bit of the heebie jeebies? when i walk into a room do you feel a chill down your spine?

sometimes i think that beauty is all that matters to you people smh

sorry im daydreaming right now, please try again later

i deserve the world and i am going to give it to myself

I wish someone had told me that love isn’t torture. Because I thought love was this thing that was supposed to tear you in two and leave you heartbroken and make your heart race in the worst way. I thought love was bombs and tears and blood. I did not know that it was supposed to make you lighter, not heavier. I didn’t know it was supposed to take only the kind of work that makes you softer. I thought love was war. I didn’t know it was supposed to…I didn’t know it was supposed to be peace. And you know what? Even if I did know that, I don’t know that I would’ve been ready to welcome it or value it .

Daisy Jones & The Six

“Ur so chill” thanks i gave up

all i want is to live inside this book forever

the 'having a fun little daydream world as a child' to "i rely so much upon escapism to escape from the monotony of life that days seem to pass too quickly and sometimes i don't feel real" pipeline