cottagecore

holding my beautiful life by the hand so it doesn’t get scared and run away

id ask God for another youth and id waste it again but in a different cardinal direction this s time

the beginning of august is peak summer and the end of august is the most melancholic time of the year

love when creatures sniff your hand and are like. ah understood

much joy to be found in 19th century botanical illustrations 

Trauma didn't make me nice, I consciously made me nice because I don't want anyone else to suffer like I did. Trauma didn't make me strong, I made me strong. Don't you dare ever tell me my trauma made me anything but scared, broken, and confused. Don't give credit to the abusers for me being a good person. They didn't make me good, I made myself good.

unpopular opinion maybe but waking up to rain on a quiet weekend is quite literally the most magical thing in the world

i love constantly evolving into a cooler version of myself

btw by cooler i don’t mean like. trendier or more conventionally attractive but a version of myself that feels more like an honest representation of myself and all the layers of myself that are shifting as i grow and learn more about myself and the world …. (which makes me hotter.)

i dont claim to be an expert on love but i think theres something to like… ok so my girlfriend got undertale on the switch a while back, right? and she’s definitely not a bad videogamer but it takes practice yknow, esp when youre doing a neutral route and actually fight stuff. so when she got to the hardest bosses i took the controller and beat them for her. not because she couldn’t, but because i love her. and that’s what my brother did when i was a kid playing sonic adventure 2 or whatever, not because i was dumb but because he was good at it and he loved me. and when i want my girlfriend to read something (a post, an essay, a novel) but she’s too tired to actually read so it i read it to her and i do silly voices and she laughs and we have more fun that way. when you hand a water bottle to your friend and they open it without you even having to ask. when you spent a million years fixing the flat tire on your bike and then your dad just takes the tools and does it for you. its not a judgement, it’s just a service. you could do it yourself, but why should you have to when you are loved?

i love you onions. i love you bulbs of garlic. i love you leeks and shallots and asparagus and all you odorous stinky vegetables