Absence.

you’ve gotta start romanticizing your life. you gotta start believing that your morning commute is cute and fun, that every cup of coffee is the best you’ve ever had, that even the smallest and most mundane things are exciting and new. you have to, because that’s when you start truly living. that’s when you look forward to every day. 

I wish I could bury my face in your chest, my hand in your hair and fall asleep in your arms for once feeling like I’m at home.

I hope you all find someone who gives you cute names and tells you it’s adorable when you do embarrassing things and hugs you when it’s early in the morning and makes you feel like you have a whole disneyland fireworks show going off inside your body and never ever lets you go 

i told you about my imagined home: the ivy, and running with wildcats, and the smell of rosemary in the evening. the minnows whose scales flash silver in the river. perhaps soon i will bring you here, and we can sit in the grass and be tender all day