I first reblogged this in January, and here my ass is in March 2020 self-quarantined at home.

let's go to the old bookstore, sit in a corner on the soft carpet and talk about our favorite books, forgetting that time exists.

queen of getting thru it!!! even if I gotta cry along the way….bitch imma get through it!!!!

I love this so much. I always play it when it comes on

how cute

sometimes making tea is less about drinking it and more ab it keeping you company

work is stupid. when am i going to get a letter in the mail from a mysterious relative i never met before and inherit a rustic castle somewhere in europe?

the crushing guilt of being unproductive vs the exhaustion of being burned out. fight.

mental health status: need to look at the sea for hours and stay quiet.

Hozier is just like "I'm a corpse in the woods I have a complicated relationship with religion and I'm tastefully horny" and we all collectively went "same"

physically im here but mentally im standing on a big boulder on the shoreline when the storm is about to come and you can feel the wind brushing past your skin and the first drops of rain, before you run back barefoot through the wet grass to your cottage and then you bust out hot cocoa as the thunder comes rolling in and the rain hits hard and loud on your uninsulated wooden roof