a lot of love and a lot of worry inside me

YOU don’t have to be perfect to be loved. but I do

I will be ok when I sit by the sea for 5 hours

bro it sounds like maybe you need a reminder of the glorious interconnectedness of all things?

I am a bad person for desiring anything

I hate ruminating on what could have been. Out here thinking "if only I locked in when I was 13" are we serious

someday, life will feel like more than just surviving the day

“you notice everything” yeah babe I was traumatised as a child

and in the next fifty years, you will ache and you will glow. you will fall in love with people who don’t stay and still carry their names like pressed flowers in the folds of your memory. you will eat meals alone and meals with people who make you laugh so hard you forget the sting of silence. there will be mornings you can’t get out of bed and nights where you walk home humming under a sky so wide it forgives you. you’ll cry in public and smile at strangers and sometimes it’ll be the same thing. you’ll hear a song that reminds you of someone you promised you’d never forget and you’ll realize you already have, a little. you’ll outgrow versions of yourself you once thought permanent and mourn them like old friends and still you will keep going. you’ll see sunsets that make your chest tighten. you’ll be held when you least expect it. you’ll feel the cold on your face and remember what it means to be alive. and it won’t always be gentle but it will be yours.

stargazing, the smell of earth after it rains, misty mornings by the sea, earl grey tea, lavender, the smell of old books, charcoal drawings, braids, long conversations late at night, quiet afternoons spent listening to music, baking, owls, winter, open windows, getting so absorbed in a book you forget the world exists, snow globes, watching milk swirl into coffee, getting up early to watch the sunrise, the sound of rain on a rooftop as you try to fall asleep, keeping a journal

my summer plans consist of unclenching my jaw + forgiving myself

If it’s meant to be I’ll see you later