lover.

Bob Dylan, “Lay, Lady, Lay (Acoustic Demo),” Nashville Skyline LP (Columbia, 1969)

5 year plan: wear nothing but black lingerie under unbuttoned shirts with a shitton of delicate gold necklaces and spend my time reading old fiztgerald novels in bed eating cherries

i wish i could go back to when i was a child and i would make magic potions, collect flowers and line them up in a little rows, and make fairy houses out of sticks and leaves in the garden. everything felt so real then

learning to let go and learning to relax means just freaking sticking those stickers on something. stop worrying if it’s the right place. burn that nice candle you’ve had for a year. it doesn’t need a special occasion. I’m gonna use those fancy soaps I’ve been collecting in a drawer even though they look so pretty and it means I’ll use them up. everything is temporary so just enjoy the littlest pleasures you can possibly have we all need to just let go and enjoy things while they last. the sticker’s gonna look fine on your water bottle I promise

having self worth makes you unstoppable, you no longer care for people’s thoughts, you no longer seek validation from the wrong people, you are free. you are free to be whomever you want to be.