j.r.

i’m so glad i’ve never gotten over anything in my life it makes listening to music so fun

the horrors persist but so do books, art, hot chocolate, winter nights, the moon, the sea, the stars, sunsets, literature, libraries, cats, flowers, stories, love and the wistful feeling you get when you finally return home

there's a special place in my heart for people who made an effort to be my friend regardless of how quiet or distant i can get at times

"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry

i think there is something fundamentally wrong with me but that's okay

i love you semicolon. no one look at my 80 word sentence