Autumn makes me want to live in a small town with tons of history and character. Leaf-strewn cobblestone streets. Old buildings and homes that range from small cottages to large estates. Maple, oak, and pine trees line the streets and cluster in yards, and when they all turn orange and gold in the fall it’s the most beautiful sight. Small local businesses thrive. It’s walking distance to your favorite coffee shop or diner. There’s an ancient library on the edge of town with the greatest selection of books, comfy armchairs, tables, and big windows to read by. Time moves slower there. Everything is safe.

anyways good night i’m gonna go indulge in my unrealistic romantic fantasies until i fall asleep

sometimes it’s just u and ur oversized jacket against the world

work is stupid. when am i going to get a letter in the mail from a mysterious relative i never met before and inherit a rustic castle somewhere in europe?

* spends 10949302 hours thinking about reinventing myself *

HAVING A CRUSH SUCKS LIKE I MIGHT AS WELL HAVE FALLEN IN LOVE WITH A KITCHEN APPLIANCE

I miss the way Christmas felt when I was little