i fucking hate this body
i want to be mysterious but i fucking love to overshare
inspired by this j frederick smith painting/illustration:
everything I feel, think or do is bad when I'm with my mom
save george mackay of playing a soldier again (not actually, i love seeing him)
I’m not an “I can fix him” girly, I’m an “I will make him worse” girly
old fandoms are consuming me (i pass too many hours on quotev and ao3)
I want a fantasy novel life, this little life with no magic is not for me. I want adventures, magic, witches, dragons, eternal lovers. This life feels small for me.
i love to be extremelly dramatic. a nail broke, how can i go about my day with this?? i like a movie, i watch it three times minimum, i exaggerate in my diary. i am just a romanticist from the xix century
sometimes I don't care about being considered weird by classmates, other days I want to be loved