who wants to get married and live in a mysterious castle that the townspeople whisper about

forever in awe of people who pay attention. people who wait for you while you tie your shoes while the others have walked away. when they continue listening intently while the rest of the group stopped listening. noticing your moments of silence when everyone else hasn’t. “this made me think of you” noticing things you never even noticed about yourself. people who say “text me when you get home safe.” people who make you laugh until you cry. childhood friends who keep in touch. people with genuine intentions. people who are soft when the world has given them every opportunity to turn hard. the “let’s get ice cream” at 3am friend. the turn up the music in the car and sing friend. people whose actions match their words. people who make the world feel less chaotic. kindred spirits. the trustworthy and honest. hard workers. good listeners. clear communicators. people who love you for who you are. people who don’t ask you to be anything other than yourself. people who choose you. people who stay.

i love when flowers close in the evening like good night girl i love you sleep tight

do you ever look up at the stars. and think how incredible it is that we are here, alive, breathing, walking, existing. I mean what are the chances?? What are the chances that we are here in this galaxy, in this planet

it’s so insane to me that most of the people you meet in life are just passing moments. you’ll know them for a brief period of time before they’re a stranger again and there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it because that is just how it’s meant to be..

full disclaimer that i’m never saying my music taste is good. But also it literally is. surely you understand

as a girl who is literally just a girl i am always yearning. always longing always missing always wearing my heart on my sleeve. always feeling like my heart is on the verge of exploding. the sight of the sun makes me cry. anyway

no but you know what would be nice? experiencing the kind of happiness that doesn’t turn out to be a lesson that I have to mourn over for at least 3 months

I’ll live in a cozy home filled with beautiful things and sunlight and I’ll lay on the floor for many hours

love is everywhere tbh. it’s there in the home cooked meals you got from back home a million miles from wherever you are tucked away in the fridge that you heat up whenever cooking from scratch feels like too much. it’s there in the fresh laundry by the dinner table that your past self did because they knew friday nights would be as exhausting as thursday afternoons. it’s in the faint music three blocks down at the local restaurant where you know it’s another birthday party and that there are people happy someone was born and someone is happy to be born out of love and loved still. everywhere there is love and love is everywhere etc etc.