My Never Ending Summer

i hate having to like…………….. articulate my ideas

books?? amazing. paperbacks?? soft, cozy, may fit in your pocket, cheap so you don’t feel bad for taking notes in them. hardcovers??? beautiful, pristine, ground you into the world they hold by making you grip them tighter, the stars of every bookshelf. ebooks?? convenient, cheap, always with you, a vast library that you can hold in your palm. new books?? crisp, the smell of wood, ideas waiting to imprint themselves upon the world. old books?? objects transcending history, sweet smelling, enriched by the hands that stroked their pages. books.

i want to be good. and do good. and be nice to people. and make people happy. and have good and healthy relationships with people. i want to learn to forgive and i want to understand other people. i want to be loved and adored and i want to love and adore

reading a boys horoscope to understand wtf hes doing to you

i cant wait to love the fuck out of somebody and not look stupid

just heard someone say “how can I be an adult if I don’t know how to parallel park?” and listen. listen. no one can learn how to parallel park. you are either gifted that skill by some divine power or you just can’t. it has nothing to do with age

you fall in love with the little things about someone, like the sound of their laughter and the way their smile forms.

are you a dog? no ? goodbye

good night human beings may we fall in love with someone deserving