First Day Of Getting 4 Hours Of Sleep Doing Last-minute Shit: Hey, This Isnt So Bad! I Slept Well Last

first day of getting 4 hours of sleep doing last-minute shit: hey, this isn’t so bad! i slept well last night, maybe i could do this more often... let’s spend the entire day moving and interacting!

second day: i am dead on my feet... i will never recover from this. don’t talk to me or my eye bags ever again.

Mānawatia a Matariki to all Māori and other people celebrating this year 💜

me to me: who’s the most disappointed being??? 💕

me, looking away from the night sky past the large window i was looking out of, having just finished a book worn with time i found in the archive, remaining seated on the windowsill but shifting to display my curious, wide-eyed gaze: ...

me: you are!!! you are!

reblog if you remember what it felt like to walk into blockbuster

This message I sent my friend group on a fanfic all-nighter at 4am describes me very well