why?

stepping into puddles: pink, nonstop giggles and rolling eyes, hiding true feelings, extrovert to the max, sunglasses on a rainy day

Some of my personal collection ✨

- color in a mandala coloring book to ease your mind

william faulkner

you, me, italy, tiny cottage covered in flowers, picnic beside a fresh mountain spring. do we jump in? YOU BETCHA. couple of splash fights later, we’re lying on the bank letting the sun dry us off. dying of laughter? AB-SO-LUTELY. THEN i’m braiding wildflowers into your hair, you’re reading me poetry. more wildflowers, more of your tongue rolling around those honeyed syllables like a forest cryptid casting a spell on me. did you cast a spell on the sun too? it’s asleep now, leaving the sky too dark to keep reading, thats okay, we’ll chase the fireflies. they’re too fast: we crash into each other instead and fall into the ocean—no, just a patch of startling blue spring gentians— and suddenly we’re all lips, flushed and sticky, strawberries and sangria everywhere, and im thinking, i would trade the rest of my moments on this earth just to make this one here with you last forever, except i cant find the words to say this because you’re doing that thing with your tongue again, swallowing the air in my lungs and covering everything with honey, but it doesn’t matter, because speaking is for ordering coffee and asking how are you in all politeness and no curiosity, what an empty, silly thing to do, opening your mouth but filling it with nothing! screw that, why did i ever think i needed to turn my heart into sound when i can spell it directly onto yours, and why would i open my mouth to fill it with anything but you?

Mary Oliver

details from my wall

billboards #3

That’s my potential IWBFT sequel playlist!! I hope I can make it happen somehow, even if it’s just a novella! And thank you!!

via weheartit

chaotic gay duo’s of Heartstopper meet Instagram