Just remembered drinking doesn’t fix anything and puking my guts out won’t purge me from my saddness and lonliness and I am stuck in my body understanding no one will ever want me in the way I may imagine love to exist and the only way to escape myself is by killing myself
when the “beauty and brain” combo comes out of their wishlists and another section for nice humor & sense of fashion. and i have all those four but it doesn’t matter coz god decided to give callum turner to dua lipa anyway
the pinnacle of love is also the pinnacle of curiosity, coz otherwise what am I doing dying to know what your favorite time of day is, your favorite music album, how you like your eggs, the way you-