How it feels when you and all the other kids who actually participate in class get put together for a group project
a fairytale where a young girl is kidnapped and forced to marry a demon king and instead of being like no! never! shes like fine as long as i get to help you destroy and hes like lol cool but soon shes doing a bit too much and her husband king is like okay enough power and shes like bye see you in the dungeon and hes like what and hes dragged away cause now everyone is more loyal to her and she reigns over the underworld and the surface world with a cold iron fist
Okay I’m taking a break from tumblr as part of my pleasedontfailyouralevelsbecausethenyoucantgotoalltheprettyuniversitiesyouhaveoffersfrom plan to actually study and do productive things with my life
I’ll still get messages so please please feel free to message me any time kay? Even if I’ve never talked to you before!
I’ll probably be back soon!
We Meet Again
in an empty book shop. No, in a field of violets. At a farmer’s market down South when the heat has broken like an eggshell. Your hair is longer. Shorter. Dyed bright purple. Still the same. We meet again by chance at a New York City bus stop. You have exact change. I wink at the driver. We meet…