me [completely out of touch with my feelings, trying to describe an emotion]: I feel, um, glittery? buzzy. like peeling my skin off
someone: *raises their voice*
me: death is so close i can practically taste it
every few months it feels like i relearn the whole entire world
*catches feelings*
*throws them back*
Me @ everyone: look at the moon
no offense to me or anything but what the fuck am i actually doing
im gonna move to italy and just drink wine and eat fruit and pasta all day and care for my plants and flowers only
Every once and a while you get a glimpse of the person you could be. Grab that. Hold on to that. Work for it. Nothing is out of reach.
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I don’t dress fancy to impress boys, I dress fancy to impress the ghost of Oscar Wilde.
