fate or coincidence?
the question sets my brain running
at a million miles per hour
the romantic in me whispers
𝘪𝘵’𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦
but the cynicist screams
& 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦
still haven’t got an access card for any uni buildings so i’ve accidentally fallen into ikea instead. oops
if women had as much confidence as men, we’d probably all be living in an episode of black mirror by now.
this was always going to end in tears
our own personal hell
it’s inevitable with those who
know me too well
phonebox book exchanges win my vote. because who needs to talk to people when you have books?
if my house was this pretty, i’d never want to leave
the worst thing i did
wasn’t not wanting you
it was ruining you for
why does it take all i have to
remember your face
not that it would even be an accurate representation
the lines will have multiplied
your frown will have deepened
all that i know will have
weakened & weakened
wanted to get tarot readings but they were £30 so we got £2 bagels instead. money. well. spent.
after the nightmare that was this weekend, i’m officially not moving house again for about ten years. maybe never if i make my windowsills as pretty as this 🌺💐🌷
the girl sat next to me on the train is in tears being broken up with over the phone... luckily for her i’m great at dishing out unsolicited relationship advice. it’s always exactly the same regardless of the situation. DITCH HIM BABE HE’S TRASH YOU DON’T NEED NO MAN
into month 2 of the househunt & i gotta say my friend’s cupboard under the stairs is looking more & more appealing