muse

was looking up some sort of creatures last night while half asleep/in a daze and i legitimately thought i imagined them

healing happens in circles, not lines. you will return to old places with new eyes.

one of the best feelings is being caught off guard by someone’s kindness towards you, especially when you’re having a bad day, and you can’t stop thinking about it for the next two weeks

i wish i could scoop out all the words and stories inside my head with a butter knife and spread it onto a document and that was it

good poetry makes me want to kill myself by staying alive

i’m so glad earth only has one moon, if there were more i’d have to pick a favorite and that sounds too emotionally taxing to even fathom