nothing... just richard siken's unparalleled ability to paint the most perplexing emotions with the simplest of words

hi [<- haunted by "Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story."]

meeting people & growing apart from them & meeting new people & growing apart from them too & meeting other people & eventually growing apart from them as well & on and on and on

I think it's so important to have a "nature" calendar in your head, like a way of tracking time that's completely separate from anything work or obligation related, not holidays or anything stressful. For instance I look forward to august because at 8pm every night house finches hang around my window for a few weeks. In spring I love waiting for the magnolias to blossom. Just ways of tracking the time with zero stakes that's completely removed from life's zeitgeist and that you really look forward to

I'm in love with involuntary validation of a relationship. My best friend saying "our spot", my brother saying "our cookie recipe" or my mum saying "our song". Like YES I LOVE YOU TOO. I'm so soft for it.

the romance between a girl and herself is so significant not in a narcissistic way but in a i sometimes hate you but i will always give you the world way

Grandmas were so right about puzzles and knitting and crocheting and solitaire and reading slow and slippers and baking and watching deer in the backyard send post

i am pathologically homesick for the lives i could have lived

u know when u peel a mandarin to eat for urself and then someone u love is there and like without even asking u feed them every other piece from ur hand…..why is love so sweet and intimate 

still reading elvira’s memoir and this is the most romantic shit I have ever read in my entire life

i’m always surprised at how the new year comes so silently i always expect a sort of transformation, a point between the two years when you can see when the years change but they blend into each other one moment it’s the past year and the next it’s the new year. it sneaks up on you