youdonthavetogotocollege:

Ew I’m 22. What happened to being 18 19 20 21 I didn’t even have fun. I don’t even remember anything. I didn’t even get to be hot.

ofgeography:

ilovehugs777:

oh. maybe. maybe this it. maybe that’s the problem.

Self-Knowledge Questionnaire

vegaschapters:

the year 2020

scarletrougelipstick:

Once you stop trying to entertain this imaginary audience and start living for yourself things should get a bit better

lettersfromadreamgirl:

Me introducing myself like hi I romanticise everything, overthink way too much, live 85% of my life in my head and still can’t believe I’m a Real Person

violetcancerian:

Give me Arthur as a loving father because he’s trying to be better than what Uther was or give me death

thestrawberrynight:

spending time in the mountains, living in the little house near the stream, hiking a lot, breathing the fresh air, playing with mountain spirits, picking up ingredients for potions and having a good rest before the busy week

lunah-goodbye:

lunah-goodbye:

growing up reading fantasy books was such a bust cause your whole life you’re left wanting more from life and like there’s something missing and you’re just waiting for that missing part to begin but it’s never gonna come

valthompson-deactivated20200827:

No, there must be another Arthur because this one’s an idiot

Merlin - 2008 - 2012

relatablepoetryandquotes:

“Lonely was the first flavor I had tasted in my life, and it was always there, hidden inside the crevices of my mouth, reminding me.”

- Elizabeth Strout, My Name is Lucy Barton