do you ever wonder if anyone reads your blog like everyday just to check on you 

when you go back to daydreaming after having been interrupted and your brain does a previously on of your fantasy

in bed with the windows open while rain falls is the nicest feeling

Just because you took longer to understand something does not mean you failed. I’m sixteen and I can’t read an analog clock. My mother was forty-two when her first book was published. My friend was twenty when he got his driver’s license. Some of us have to take longer to get there, it’s okay.

oh, to be the owner of a small bookshop on a cobblestone street with roses climbing the front of the building, where books are stacked about in piles and there’s always coffee brewing and a sleepy shop dog lifts his head at the sound of the door’s bell and thumps his tail against the hardwood