friendly reminder that you didn’t waste your year. any moments of happiness or comfort, any small accomplishments, they all matter. this has been a really hard year, and simply surviving is something to be proud of. 

you are allowed to feel upset about missing out on things even though there are worse things in the world right now. losing the chance to enjoy major life events in the time of a crisis doesn’t mean you’re ignoring the crisis. it just means your a human being who was looking forward to something. it’s okay to be sad.

I wish you were here so we could crawl into bed together, under layers of soft blankets, and our cheeks and hands would warm from each other.

there’s nothing more romantic than someone choosing to learn you. flipping the pages in your soul delicately and digesting your chapters with an open mind no matter how difficult or uncomfortable some of your moments read, treating each bookmark with no judgment, but pure love.

Love never ever leaves you. It’s always going to be dancing around you. It’s going to warm you up even when you feel like you’re going to be cold forever. It is gentle and all encompassing. It is soft to touch and it will always remind you of its existence, through humans, through nature. There is lots and lots of love around you, don’t forget to see it

doing your best doesn’t mean you have to work until exhaustion. doing your best doesn’t mean you have to give it 100% all of the time. doing your best can be working until you’ve hit your limit and then respecting your limit.

that kind of love that’s “i was scared until i found you.” that kind of love that’s worth it to try romance again. the “fuck i’ll try cheesy if it just makes you smile” love, the roses and love notes and wine bottles. the twinkle light love, the “let’s go on this romantic date only to spend the whole thing being silly” love, the dancing badly to slow songs love, the “i don’t know how you make me laugh so much but seriously stop it i’m trying to drive” love. the “i trust you love,” calling late at night because a secret just welled up in my throat love, the first person i talk to so i can figure out this decision is you kind of love. the “i was hurt before and had given up but then i found you” love, the incredulous in-awe love, the wonder love, the are you actually real or am i dreaming you love. the “i didn’t believe in soulmates before you” love. that kinda love.

I act like I'm fine but deep down I want a long, well-written love letter.

My sole purpose is to spend my adult life fulfilling my inner child. Whatever my inner child wants, she gets.