“(…)

Below my soul

I feel an engine

Collapsing as it sees the pain

If I could only shut it out

I’ve come too far

To see the end now

Even if my way is wrong

I keep pushing on and on and on and on

There’s nothing left to say now (oh)

There’s nothing left to say now

I’m giving up, giving up, he he, giving up now

I’m giving up, giving up, he he, giving up now

(…)“

:’(

[text by: nothing left to say - imagine dragons]

as a acedemiaro person i have no idea what to do when someone i don’t know flirts with me. I run? do i move to another city?? bury my head in the sand??

Hey hey listen

It’s not even my idea, and I’m sure someone has thought about this before, but I can’t I just can’t….

Archivist or Elias but

Khkhkhkh I’m so stupid I know I KNOW

I don’t have much time so I didn’t draw Elias sorry also I’m afraid I can’t draw him like this because it’s just TOO funny for me and….i just…. I start laughing when I just imagine him khkhkhkh …. sorry sorry you can hate me I understand

Sketches sketches sketches

My head is empty… I can’t come up with a dialogue between Jon and Martin

Don’t judge me please!! I know this is stupid… I just thought Jon’s scars might look like cheetah spots or something like that…..

Literally me with no idea how to use the beta editor…

siriusly-not-over-remus:

Lowkey fav trope of mine: Posh British Pretty Boy meets Wild American Cowboy and falls in love.

So I’m a Posh European Pretty boy and @al-ways-trouble is a Wild American Cowboy and we date.

So…. Yeehaw?

thepeachypsalms:

all of my daydreams are about you.

Today on a zoom call

English teacher: have you seen Hamlet?

Me: I’ve seen the lion king

with besties

lonely-faun:

I’m fucking stupid for thinking you could love me

I finally figured out my life, I’ve got severe anxiety (diagnosed, I still drink some caffeine but it’s essentially recommended I don’t at all that’s how bad it is.) BUT YOU KNOW INSTEAD OF BEING SANE AND DEALING WITH MY ANXIETY LIKE A NORMAL HUMAN BEING, AND LISTENING TO MY PSYCHOLOGIST? DO YOU KNOW WHAT I DO? I induce my anxiety, because I love horror, which WHY? What the hell is wrong with me- do you know how many anxiety and panic attacks were self-induced because I couldn’t be bothered to ignore this horrid interest of mine. I need to get my life together. So basically my life is me making my anxiety worse.

Fuck, I just want to feel pretty

Welp I fucked up real bad.