being alive is like: you want to go home. you don't know where home is. you want to go home. you don't know where home is. you want to go home. you haven't known for a long time. you want to go home but you don't know where you'd go. you want to go home you want to go home you want to go home
........snail
this is robert everyone say hello <3
saw a tweet that asked people to redraw a photo as mizisua soooo here we are !! i didn’t have a lot of time due to midterms soooo here’s the wip ill never finish 💔
late valentines day post
friendship can be so fleeting no wonder humans are so scared to be vulnerable . what do you mean we put our hearts and souls into people only for something as simple as time to rob our bonds … what do you mean some friendships just aren't meant to last forever?? that sometimes we outgrow people we once knew better than the lines on our palms?? when the version of them we have in our heads becomes outdated, when it means nothing that we know exactly how they take their coffee and why they don't talk about their brother. that today I mean the world to somebody who might only think of me on my birthday in a years time. what an open fucking wound.
Romanticism-inspired fantasy.
Joining inprnt’s print sale through the weekend 💜
Very rude that fun spoons are still spoons
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