Exactly Same Yaarrrr!!!

jungkook having fun with the mustache

bitches be like “this is the best piece of literature i have ever read” and it’s either a book that took them six weeks to finish or a fanfic they read at 3 AM

There's something undeniably special about Kailash Kher's music, particularly the way he captures the essence of a woman's perspective in love. Listening to his songs feels like being truly seen and understood. The vulnerability, the intensity, the all-encompassing joy that comes with loving someone completely.

Thank you, Kailash Kher

You’re healing countless hearts:)

the secret history is so wild. like there's a hundred different analysis essays you could write about it and it's meaning and whatnot. but there's also a genius who thinks of elaborate ways to kill someone but didn't know or believe that the moon landing happened. they pull off the murder of their classmate and don't get caught. they try to hit a wasp with a prayer book during said classmate's funeral service. the unreliable narrator does cocaine in a burger king parking lot. said unreliable narrator lives in a hippie's house that has a hole in the roof in a vermont winter and doesn't realize it's literally killing him. the absolute hilarious unhinged energy from this book is overshadowed by a writing style where the most batshit things seem almost mundane. i love it.

Being with someone who wants to learn about your past history, not to punish or hurt you, but to learn how you need to be loved

Pardon my foolish heart, but we should go on a museum date

Hide in the moonlight

There are no miracle for me, just my wishes

Hide in the moonlight

I'm not that grand, but it's hard.

this blog is my diary it's my sketchbook it's stuff on my bedroom wall it's a pdf it's an unpublished novel it's a collage. it's all of these things

When sorrow's shadow falls on love's remains,

Days pass with memories that bring only pain.

Tears fall like rain, a heart that's lost its way,

And unkind words cloud the light of each new day.

In dreams, I find solace, a fleeting peace,

A respite from the ache that love's loss can't release.

The days go by, a blur of endless strife,

A struggle to move on, to find a new life.

The love we had is gone, lost to the past,

A memory that haunts, a love that won't last.

Yet still I hold on to what we had found,

A bittersweet reminder of love's fragile ground.

The light in my eyes, once bright and bold,

Now fades away, a love that's grown cold.

- written by me

Sorry for having symptoms of a mental illness I literally told you I have it will happen again