death to nonchalance. romanticise your existence to an unreasonable degree. be gloriously delusional about how good it can get. inconvenience yourself for the sake of love. gush about your passions. get obsessed. get invested. be a fool for the right things. adore your people with your whole chest. devote yourself to something far greater than yourself. get dolled up for the most mundane activities imaginable. smile with your teeth. giggle shamelessly. kiss longer & slower. have a signature everything. accumulate hilarious stories. love so hard it rewires others’ beliefs about love. be someone God clearly had fun making. let people know they made your day. make someone’s day. take spontaneity seriously. send five voice notes in a row, because why wouldn’t you? leave people better than you found them. be so infatuated with your babies faces you take approximately 400 photos of them a day. gush. just gush!!

Life doesn’t end at 23. 30 isn’t old. Fetishising youth as the ultimate desirable characteristic in a person is actively harmful to both young and old people. Some of us lost our teenage years to abuse and recovery, and can only begin living when we’re at a different life stage.  Literally knock it off, the lot of you.

all a girl wants is to bathe in rivers & waterfalls, sit & read beside mill ponds, gather wildflowers, eat fruit under the sun, walk barefoot on grass, collect medicinal herbs, read under a tree, listen to the birds, wear cotton & linen.