are there still beautiful things?

half of adulting is basically you trying not to cry

my favorite love language is trying, actually

like when people try to learn your hobbies or try to play the same sports that you play in an effort to get closer to you, people who try to love you the way you love people, people who will go to places you want to visit just for your sake, people remembering, putting in an effort. just. trying

bumper sticker that says "go around me i'm crying"

WITH YOUR FACE 👨 AND THE BEAUTIFUL ✨ EYES 👀 AND THE CONVERSATION 🗣🗣WITH THE LITTLE 🤏🏽 WHITE LIES 🏳 AND THE FADED PICTURE 🎥 OF A BEAUTIFUL NIGHT 🌃 YOU CARRIED ME FROM MY CAR 🚙 UP THE STAIRS 📶 AND I BROKE ❌ DOWN ⬇️ CRYIN 😢 WAS SHE WORTH THIS MESS 🤪 AFTER EVERYTHING AND THAT LITTLE BLACK ⚫️ DRESS 👗 AFTER EVERYTHING I MUST CONFESS I NEED YOU 👩‍❤️‍👨

what is it about getting older that makes every interaction feel so fucking sentimental? like saying goodbye to people used to just be a “see you around” sort of thing, and now it’s a whole declaration of love for the person and the position they’ve held in my life condensed into a hug or a “take care of yourself” 

nice things will happen but first you have to lose all hope and die 45 times