Hopeless Romantic

Your routines are a love letter to your future self

I hope you get to experience that soft, "I made you a playlist" kind of love. The kind that feels nurturing instead of traumatizing. Safe instead of emotionally exhausting. Aligned instead of ill-timed. You deserve that.

I release you. I love you. Goodbye.

Just let it go, something better will come someday

i’m tired. but not just “didn’t sleep” tired. soul tired. bone tired. like my body keeps going but nothing inside knows why.

begin again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and

i think humans are meant to lay in bed with the love of their life all winter.

actually tumblr should pay ME for sticking around this long