SO IT GOES

oh my god. most of life really is about the little things. a good haircut, a nice playlist, trying a new recipe that turns out well, a poem that hits home, a comfortable spot in the sun, spontaneous messages, a pen you enjoy writing with, tea with the right temperature to drink, buying that thing you’ve been eyeing for a while, a warm bed. yeah im so grateful for the small joys

And suddenly, I no longer want anyone to know me that deeply, which is strange, because all I’ve ever wanted was for someone to understand my soul.

in every universe i was meant to annoy the shit out of you

i‘ve been called weird, but never unfunny, let that sink in.

Pleasure is easy. Sex is exciting. But nothing compares to talking with someone who feels like home until the sun comes up.