https://forms.gle/4kiVaL4KLREQ9V757 hii! i’m running a little personal psychology research project and would greatly appreciate your input ^_^ » Continue Reading
if i had a dollar for every time i said or thought “i miss you”, i’d be suffocating under a mountain of gold every night. it’s kind of funny, i suppose, how i can still romanticise missing you. like it’s some kind of treasure instead of the very thing that keeps me up all night. i keep picturing it; me, buried under all that gold. it’s shiny, heavy, worth something, but it’s crushing me alive. m... » Continue Reading
your brain is a really, really big filing cabinet. that’s how i think of it, anyway. as stacks and stacks of papers, all organised neatly where they belong. your brain is just a little dude working happily to sort these memories in their place, some going under the label of “happy” or “sad” or “random facts about the deep marine life” or “that one time you went exploring in the snow near a frozen... » Continue Reading