why did we stop building castles. i feel like humanity might live to regret that

im too much of a baby for tinder i wanna meet people the old fashioned way where we’re both on either side of a fish tank and notice each other thru the water… 

It’s so healing to wake up in a silent house and silently make your own coffee or tea and enjoy the beautifully intricate fullness of the morning silence while remaining calm and collected and unbothered by all outer and inner noise and it’s so low-key elevating and pacifying to rejoice in the silent atmosphere of your own house and just silently block the rest of the world…it’s a slice of heaven

What if instead of editing – and hear me out on this one – I lay facedown on the floor and do nothing

I want to be like one of those authors from the 1900s who would get high on cocaine then write a book that barely made any fucking sense and just publish the first draft. Why did we stop doing that

“How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.” - Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights