“Where is your will to be weird?”
This is just a random side blog :) 20 years old, slytherin, infp, cancer
a quiet sunday morning just before sunrise is many things.
but I mainly associate it with the aroma of coffee brewing and the sound of soft music.
with a hot lavender-scented shower and a cracked-open window to let in the air of the new day.
with colors of the transforming sky so rich and comforting they remind me of a painting I once saw + loved years ago.
no offense but can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars i could really use a wish right now
There’s this girl at my school and she’s really nice and I remember sometime last year at one point she would carry a clicker around and click it everytime she had a happy thought/something good happened/she laughed etc.
It was always kind of cute how you’d just hear the little click every once in a while throughout class it always made me smile knowing that it was bc something made her feel happy idk
she was training herself to be happy oh my god
does it work???? Imagine feeling yourself slipping into depression and you just click a few times and your brain says “wait, this is the sound of happiness I have to release serotonin”
She fucking Pavlov’d herself, the absolute madwoman
ok but imagine freddie mercury doing that “celebrities answer questions while playing with kittens” interview on buzzfeed. thats it thats the post
Remember when the TV would fizzle when you touched it man I haven’t thought about that in years
