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My beloved little pigeons, so simple, so pure

I think of you every waking moment, you're all that I adore

You're feathers, a pleasant grey, and I have to say, they make me love you even more

My pleasant little pigeons, I hope you get far as you soar

Ferdinand von Wright (Finnish, 1822–1906), "From the Garden: Flowers and Birds" (detail)

I think there's something wrong with me, and I don't know what it is

I feel like a shaken can of soda, about to erupt with fizz

So I just keep myself busy, hoping that will do the trick

And then I retreat into my spiral mind, until the spinning makes me sick

Everything increases the pressure. Now I'm about to flip my lid

Yet there's no where to relax when the thoughts bubble back to everything I did

"Is this fucking play about us?"

Pov: Me during finals last semester

𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔢𝔫𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥?

I try to reflect, but the days start to blend.

Am I better because I worked hard, or was it the weather in the end?

I'd like to think I'll stay better, even if my mood fluctuates now and then

I don't want to think otherwise, I can't go through this yet again.

Did I get the wrong impression, or is it winter depression? I wish I could answer my own question, is it just winter depression?

Please don't let it be seasonal, it's not a tradition I'd like to continue

I want to just be better, Not have more work I'll have to redo.

I've worked, let it be lasting improvement, let it grow

Let it be some solid change, not habits I'll let go

idk, I just really want a sandwich

Perfume bottle PNGs

Goth on bench. What will they do?

anyways, friends are great. no matter what kind of day i'm having, being with them puts me in brighter spirits. I can't help but to laugh and smile, and it makes me want to do everything in my power to make them all laugh and smile too

If I'm a mess, let me be a mess

Tear me apart, I live for distress

If my life is hell, then so be it, let me dwell

I'm a cyclone, a blizzard, your local natural disaster

So I'll live like there's no tomorrow, cause if I die, there's nothing after

You can call it self destructive, call me paranoid,

But I'm tired of being productive, I'm resting in the void

Like seriously. Consider the wireless earbud users in your life, are they happy? are YOU happy? Because I only ever hear them complain about their wireless earbuds Every. Chance. They. Get. And despite this, they still defend the before mentioned wireless earbuds.

Stop lying to yourselves

I've come to the conclusion that wireless earbuds users only like them because A: They've been conditioned into liking because they're forced to use them. or B: They're a fucking masochist.