𝔄 𝔥𝔞𝔩á𝔩 𝔲𝔯𝔞𝔩𝔪𝔞

Does anyone else love bad weather? Like the kind that’s loud and dark and draws attention to its self like pounding rain drops and thunder and lightning that seems just so close. And you can sit near a window and it’s dark outside and maybe you’ve got a candle lit or a lamp and it’s so warm inside and you’re wearing you’re favourite sweater and watching a good show or reading a good book and it’s beautiful outside the rain and the clouds and the sound of it all and you’re just so content and cosy and happy

Thy arrow is unsinew'd

The older I get, the more I realize peace feels better than attention

The intimacy is when someone understands the walls you built for your own protection and approaches them with patience instead of pressure