we're a festival of conviviality

reblog or reply with your love song. you know, the one that you think is what love sounds like

I think one of the gentlest things in the world is when a friend just gets your weird little brain. like you say half a sentence and they finish it. you reference something incredibly niche from seven years ago and they’re already nodding. they understand your strange vocabulary for emotions that don’t have real words yet. it’s being seen and known and still loved. maybe especially because you’re known. god. what a gift.

hangout idea: we listen to music but its only my music and i force you to listen to every song i like

I think the "pre" and "post" parts in "preposterous" should cancel each other out but everyone else seems to find my idea completely erous

hehehehehe * sudden moment of clarity that straightens my spine * what is this. who am I. * the clarity fades * hehehehehehe

*turns my attention inwards* mmmmm. no *turns my attention back outwards* oh god