there is something erotic about watching someone be extraordinarily competent at something especially if they're also really passionate about it

the overwhelming feeling of sadness sometimes when someone treats me with kindness

[ Text ID: the seats are empty. the theatre is dark. why do you keep acting? ]

oh my god there are so many books to read and instruments to learn and languages to speak and poems to write and oranges to eat and ideologies to study and songs to sing and films to watch and people to kiss and

Let's open a coffeeshop that is also a bookshop, that is also an art studio and a flower shop.

im curious about what made you you. im curious about your taste in music. im curious about the way your mind thinks. im curious about how your body likes to be touched. im curious about your late night thoughts and how they make you feel. im curious about every single thing about you.

to all the twilight loving, 90s alternative music, 1D phase, smudged black eyeshadow, wears the same pair of shoes everywhere, loves fall, black clothes, ultraviolence, black nails, dark red hair, hot showers, silver jewlery, really wants to be in a band, loves iced coffee even tho it hurts ur stomach, weed dependence, patchouli incense, never sleeps, barely talks to anyone anymore, awkward dancers, sad indie movie girlies; ily and we are the same. <3

in another universe, we are two neighboring stars. you love me back.

—no i want to sit outside a library holding a book, very much engrossed in reading and aggressively underlining every beautiful phrase i come across, while my hairs are all over my face carelessly with the wind and i'm drinking a starbucks cold coffee, while a stranger is looking at me admiringly writing poetry about the way my lips are laced with caffeine and how heavenly it'd taste if he kiss it