mood: a wealthy 18th century woman who needs to lie down for hours after anything remotely distressing happens

here he is

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   ʷʰʸ         school tomorrow   ʷʰʸ

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me, in bed, still wearing Thursday’s eye makeup, surrounded by empty coffee cups and piles of cat hair, phone on airplane mode, listening to “secret garden” and watching food shows on mute while refreshing the Entire Internet: if only there were some way to know when a bad spell of the ol’ depresh starts setting in

girl are you trash because i want to take you out

concept: me gently sipping tea in a quiet bright cafe, I aced my exams and the bees are safe