SunflwrMoonshineMist

there’s something so fucking magical about bookstores and libraries

sometimes a bitch jus want a love letter u know

thinking "everyone can tell im bad at this" as i stand completely motionless doing nothing in public

but who am I without my sensitive heart?

you couldnt imagine what it was like to be 10 years old and listen to radioactive by imagine dragons

its … it’s almost like it was enough to make your systems blow

The curse of feeling deeply in a world that devours the soft

i don’t think people understand how much of life is grief. not just people dying, but losing the version of yourself you thought you’d become. grieving the city you had to leave. the friends you lost not in argument, but in silence. the summer that will never come back. the feeling that maybe you peaked at 12 when you were reading books under the covers and believing in forever

"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god