very very tired <3.

An ode to the talentless, but also I'm breaking up with you...Not a poem though.

We're talking about Sonnet 18 by Shakespeare.

a mini blog.

A love letter to the people who made my first semester a great time.

Description: "Trust me, bro."

This is better than (and does not involve) a screen-time report.

an anti-new years resolution because I'm perfect! jk, jk 😀 (👀).

An unstructured/informal vent session. Also, I am tried of writing about college own here it is way to niche I can't anymore lmao.

The title seems self-explanatory.

Maybe this whole thing is just me being nostalgic, (Stockholm syndrome some would say), making it seem better than it was.

I dare you to try to say that ten times. Everything personal style with your host, Kayla!

I hate it and love it here at the same time, I don't know anymore bestiesssss.

A non-ramble about college so far, collected in real time by my notes app. <3

a ramble about my favorite thing: crushes. crushes are dumb, but fun.

Drake is not on here, shocking I know.

Adult stress but sans climate change! Plus my sim legacy's detailed family tree!

In this world we have Squidwards, Spngebobs, and Patricks. I hope to one day be a perfectly blended combination of all three.

late night ramblings of wanting to go to a small town, idk. just read my inner thoughts.

Yeah friendships end, but why does it feel so shitty? The buzzfeed article that never was...