catching bugs and letting them outside. slow dancing in a silent kitchen in the late afternoon sun. sleeping in and waking up with your legs tangled up with hers. pressing cold drinks to each other’s cheeks on a hot day. counting the freckles on each other’s noses and shoulders. sticky, popsicle flavored kisses. silent, contented houses where the only sounds are the turn of a page, whispered “i love you"s, a warm breeze passing through open windows. hammock naps. old blues records on vinyl. rocking chairs.

oh strange yearning, to say something there aren’t words for, to be something you can’t ever be!

beauty isn’t what ur face looks like or what colour ur hair is or what ur stomach does when you sit down it’s actually when you’re kneading dough and it’s all stuck to your fingers and you laugh because it’ll be fine in a moment but right now you just want to enjoy the pleasure of making something and being covered in it and feeling peace

U can only see so many caved in abandoned farmhouses and hallowed out cars on the stretch of nowheresville midwestern roads before u start to wish u were like. In love with someone

I can’t wait to road trip across the country w my love. The Midwest is eerie but beautiful at night, it’s nothing but a vast stretch of earth under a blanket of stars. If you pull off on the side of the road you can hear every sound in the world. Imagine that experience with someone who carries your heart in theirs