i wonder if people think im weird, constantly studying, a pencil in my unbrushed hair, a cold cup of coffee in my hand. i wonder if people pity me, the girl who stays locked up, and goes on lonely long walks, the girl who gazes at windows, wondering who lives behind them, the girl who just wants to run away. i wonder if people even notice me. its a comforting thought, of sorts, going unnoticed.
possible career paths going into 2025:
1. mysterious cult leader
2. reclusive artist who only paints in shades of gray
3. heiress who marries for scandal, not love
4. professional mourner (for versions of myself that never grew)
5. mythical figure seen only in blurry photos
6. long-lost twin showing up unannounced at family reunions
7. memory hoarder
"Gentle autumn moments..."
Bookstores always remind me that there are good things in this world.
β Vincent van Gogh
Assortment of mixed generations of the apple ipod shuffles + nanos in clusters of like-colors.
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why does tumblr keep recommending me those coquette girlblogger posts...I am literally the living antithesis of coquette. Im coquettes greatest nemesis. every subatomic particle that makes up my body is so grizzled you would not believe it
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gentle reminder you can rise up from everything. you can recreate yourself. nothing is permanent. you are not stuck. you have choices. you can think new thoughts. you can learn something new. you can create new habits. all that matters is that you decide today and never look back.