Zhylik

asleep by the smiths // fireworks by mitski // last words of a shooting star by mitski // carry me out by mitski // guilt tripping by frnkiero andthe cellabration // funeral by phoebe bridgers // unfucktheworld by angel olsen // cigar by tamino // fourth of july by sufjan stevens

please just let me go

dropping out of university is ok. joining some weird group to study greek is ok. taking part in a bacchanal is ok. accidentally killing a random farmer is ok. planning to run away to uruguay is ok. murdering one of your friends is ok. do whatever u need to do to cope.

i've had a dream where i was dating homelander and he was his usual self killing people and stuff but around me he was like a little meow meow or what do people call that guy from succession kendall jenner or smth anyways why did my brain decide to be like that it's fucking diabolical

Love, On Its Way Out.

Two Week Notice, Leanna Firestone | Tonight I Can Write The Saddest Lines, Pablo Neruda | Conversations Over Sanguinaccio Dolce, I.B. Vyache | Seaside Improvisation, Richard Siken | Stick Season, Noah Kahan | I never went to that movie at 12:45, Dolly Lemk | In a Dream You Saw a Way To Survive, Clementine von Radics | Quote by Kate McGahan | Pillow Thoughts, Courtney Peppernell | Bluets, Maggie Nelson

(This isn't prompted by my real life so much as it is my love for that first song and also. blorbos.)

the secret history obsessed bitches be like „I know a spot” and then push you off a cliff

andrew garfield saying, “i hope this grief stays with me because it’s all the unexpressed love that i didn’t get to tell her” about his mothers passing is so gut wrenchingly beautiful because we rarely talk about the love we want to express but can’t, not because you’re not brave enough to say it out loud but because they’re not here to listen to it anymore. calling grief the love you never had the chance to share makes it less of a burden and more of something you want to keep and not something terrible you want to move on from. i love love how everything about grief always comes down to “what is grief if not love persevering?”

did its people want too much, too? did its people want too much?

claudia: you still have no idea how this game is played

me, who also has no idea how it is played: yeah adam you fucking idiot

concept: chaotic academia

it’s not as pretty and put together as dark academia

you’re wearing two cardigans, mismatched socks and some jeans that are bordering on “just about clean enough”. nothing will stand between you and your next cup of tea/coffee/hot chocolate and adding extra sugar.

emptying your pockets at the end of the day and coming to a total of four pens, a pocket notebook, two receipts, and a highlighter.

your hair keeps falling in your face. you use a rubber band to tie it back. your fringe falls in your face. a paperclip is used to keep it back for the next ten minutes. you probably need a haircut.

the floor is the best place to study. there are so many books and pages of notes scattered around that the carpet can’t be seen anymore.

a rush before you leave class. your ID? got it. keys? got them. wait, where did your ID go again..? did you put your phone in your backpack or in any of the nine pockets on your person.

trash is piled up neatly in the corner, ready to be put into a rubbish bag and taken out. you’ll do it tomorrow, you say. you said the exact same thing last week.

you’re typing and you miss a letter. you go back to fix it. you miss a different letter. you go back to fix it. somehow you have fewer letters than you started with. you take it as a sign to take a break.

it’s time for a quick break. half an hour later you realise that you still haven’t gone back to work. Whoops.