i have an incredibly rare and incurable condition that requires me to be held at all times

*puts flower in your hair* ❀ヽ꒰ ´ ᵕ ` ♡  ꒱ *puts flower in my hair* now we are fairies

looking at my own playlists like how did u know i love that song…

self care is choosing not to argue with people who are committed to misunderstanding you

one of my favourite things in the world is casual intimacy. a small hand on your back when you’re in crowded streets. a gentle kick from where they’re sitting across the table. a head on the shoulder, a hand in your hand, a squeeze on the arm as they’re walking past you. and i think maybe love isn’t made up of grand gestures or explosive displays but that it’s made up of the little things. the little things that say i’m here and i care for you and that your life has intertwined so deeply into mine that that there’s no need to think, because casual intimacy comes easy

i pray that september will be full of good news & blessings

I be like "i know a spot" then i take you into my arms and sit by the moon, near the sea till your sadness is gone.

adore the moon not only when it’s full and bright. and do the same with the people you love

I want honeybees and sunflowers and a bike with a woven basket packed with raspberries and oranges and little sandwiches and a long bike ride ending with a picnic under a willow tree and a nap in the sun

rage and tenderness existing simultaneously in the same body