whenever i'm trying to talk myself out of buying something i don't need i always hear my old russian professor's voice echoing in my head: "WHAT??? WILL YOU DIE THE RICHEST MAN IN THE GRAVEYARD?" and then i make an unwise financial decision

mfs will be like “I love the night :)” and then experience unliveable mental anguish the entire time

cemeteries aren’t creepy they’re actually devoted to memory and rest and love and humanity

perhaps the 2 years of complete isolation did affect me and it wasnt just some crazy phase of my life

I'm like if a girl had the urge to scream and break something all the time but stays quiet instead

“i can’t do this anymore” she says whilst having fear of failure lol

they should teach u how to use twin daggers in school

whoever’s praying on my academic downfall, my tarot cards switched on u

Girlrotting ⁺. ༶

literally everything is unisex if u stop giving a fuck

“source?” divine intuition, gut instinct, and cryptic symbolism from my dreams

Going insane xx