When Mr Darcy went from "consent to be my wife," to "allow me the honour of becoming your husband," my expectation for love skyrocketed

I miss being excited to talk to someone

its always some fucking day in some fucking month in some fucking year isnt it

listen I know sometimes everything sucks and the world feels awful and like everything is out to get you but I promise even on your worst days the small mundane joys still prevail. your favourite plants and animals are still hanging out in nature. your favourite music still exists and you can listen to it whenever you want. your favourite media or that hobbie you used to love is still around waiting for you if you'd like to revisit it. you can still eat your favourite food or have your favourite drink. you can still spend time or talk to the people that love you. the stars are still in the sky and the sun will rise and set again and bring with it all of the colours of the sky. there are still things worth holding on for, sometimes you just have to look a little harder but I promise they're there.

When you understand that God is never late, you wait differently.