my internal monologue is better than any podcast. wish you guys could hear this shit

*holds your hand and swings it a little bit when we walk*

idc if u like winter or autumn or whatever nothing tops summer evenings when the sun hasnt fully set and the air is still warm but theres a light breeze and everything is getting more quiet except for the birds and crickets and its a perfect time to go on a walk and just breathe

like literally when catherine earnshaw said “i wish i were a girl again, half-savage and hardy and free, and laughing at injuries, not maddening under them; why am i so changed? why does my blood rush into a hell of tumult at a few words? im sure i should be myself were i once among the heather on those hills.”