“aw You Remembered!” Bitch I’m In Love With You Of Course I Remembered

richard campbell gansey the third, a politician’s son, born on old virginia money wearing fucking khakis and a polo, introducing his friends like “these are my closest pals, a poor bi mechanic, an angry gay catholic criminal/farmer with a substance abuse problem, a dude who was murdered, and my punk witch girlfriend. oh and henry!”

― Virginia Woolf.

Wait for someone who love you differently. One who can see the fire in your soul, and the child in your laugh, and the ocean in your heart.

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Me in fourth grade: I am a god above you all. I have a twelfth grade reading level. I'm one of the two biggest readers in school and everybody knows it. This book? Yeah, I started it yesterday. I finished it today. Yeah it's 600 pages, what about it? You fools are nothing compared to me.

Me now: I can only read fanfiction and comic books. I can't even reread my favourite books. Actually starting a new book? Not happening. Reading is still my favourite activity but I can't do it. I am physically incapable of reading more than ten pages. I had to google how to spell twelfth. My favourite books are all over 1000 pages send help.

wanting to talk to people is so fucking embarrassing. literally hi it's me again I wanted to have a conversation with you because I think you're fun to talk to. oh god you can just fucking kill me if you want sorry

my anons are on for a reason. go confess your undying love for me.

To whatever burned out former gifted kid needs to hear this: you did not peak in elementary/middle school. You're just being held to unrealistically high standards now that you weren't being held to back then.

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