everything about dua lipa’s life is like she rubbed a genie lamp and got all 3 wishes. she’s naturally gorgeous, always on some type of dream vacation, and met her husband bc they were reading the same book. for my mental health, i have to block her
ADHD people screenshotting and bookmarking everything because they're afraid of losing ideas, only to never look at them again because the archive is now its own overwhelming problem.