i can’t believe people expect me to do anything in my life except reading books, listening to music and crying at every little inconvenience

if it isn’t already obvious, i have a huge obsession with forehead kisses and the moon.

introducing someone to something you’ve always been passionate about is its own kind of love language

sometimes u meet a song when ur too young to understand it and it enchants you loooooong before you've learned the words to express how it grips at ur heartstrings so u pick it up like a pretty rock and tuck it in ur pocket with a kiss and a promise to say hello and u forget about it until you stumble upon it years down the line and suddenly...oh

in my “assume i’m always silently going through an emotional crisis” era