I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.

oopsie, I tiptoed through old memories and now my soul aches a little

I think the people who don’t like winter just don’t understand how to do it right … literally just bundle up and put on a sweet spicy perfume and isolate yourself for weeks at a time during which you answer only to your heart’s whims I promise it will rewire your brain

i want to be someone else’s safety. even nonromantically. i want to be “hey can i tell you something?” i want to be - i tried something new and i’m a little scared but i wanted to show you. i want to be “i knew i could trust you”. i want to be okay to hold the hand of, always ready to listen, always trying. even if i don’t get it perfect, you know? i just want to be a place other people can relax and be themselves and not worry for a fraction of an instant. 

feeling safe is my love language. emotional safety is such an important thing to me in this stage of my life.

Childhood made everything feel like it lingered. The time it took for hot chocolate to cool down was eternal. Christmas day took weeks. The two-hour drive to my grandparents' house took us to a new world. It's all too fast now.

not to be controversial but the feeling of being so thoroughly sleepy that you know you’re gonna pass out the second you get curled up in bed? unsurpassed, baby

Do you ever just smell an old perfume, or hear an old song, or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes.

i like to pretend i’m a heartless apathetic b*tch but in reality i’m a baby who cares a fucking lot and emotionally invests myself in everything and is hurt 98.3% of the time

I think kissing is so underrated. Sitting in someone’s lap and just making out for hours is a big mood.