Anya Taylor-joy And Her Wedding Details

why do I live in constant dissociation and rage to the point that I get so locked up in mind that I can't make sense of what's going on around me or what I feel while my friends get to actually enjoy even the smallest things in life and they happily hang out together while I'm rotting inside.

june and day really said: enemies to friends to lovers to strangers to lovers

can Oliver fucking die

me, about any book I've read:

real.

“hey man it’s been a while, where have you gone?”

my ass plotting a foolproof method to silently slip away from 90% of my friends and start anew because I cannot shake the constant betrayals and neglect that haunted my early teenage years. I look into their eyes and all I see are the carved pupils of stony angels that stood over me and, basking in their holiness, watched me weep. they believe that all they need to do to be worthy of sticking around with is to pose and look pretty, and provide no further meaning that might linger when I turn away: