hello

missing my boyfriend as per usual

loser shut up

where's my beloved where's my beloved where's my beloved WHERE is my beloved where is he where is MY beloved

maybe if you take a hot shower. cook something. eat a little soup. feel a little sunshine. make something with your hands—it doesn’t have to be big. maybe if you stretch your body and draw a silly little picture and get some rest, the world will feel like something your hands can still hold

anyway i know we talk a lot of shit abt this site but i just wanna say that tumblr taught me to romanticize life a little. like where else am i gonna find an essay abt how hands were made to hold other hands or posts with thousands of notes abt how peeling an orange for a loved one can be the purest act of care & love? all the softest, sweetest and kindest ppl on the internet are here and i'm so grateful to be here along with y'all. i love you and please keep romanticizing the smallest things... god knows we need that now more than ever.

bedrooms are like. ok this is where i will travel the universe every night and cry and laugh and live my most authentic life which no one else sees

u kno sometimes u just gotta accept ur a different kind of pretty.. and when ya look at pretty girls u think r prettier than u… u just gotta say to urself.. no they arent… theyre just a different kind of pretty…