in the city of my heart

there is something so beautiful about seeing someone carrying flowers in public like. aside from how pretty i think they are i always wonder if they received them or if theyre about to make someones day a little better. is it for a friend? their lover? someone they havent seen in a long time? did they treat themselves to a small joy? no matter the answer flowers in public will make all the beholders of this brief moment a little happier

language is literally so beautiful like in english "i miss you" comes from being unable to locate someone in the field after battle, it's "i look for you but i can't find you" but the french "tu me manques" is also about absence but it's not something i do, it's something that happens to me, as in "you are something essential lacking inside me", in portuguese it's either "sinto a tua falta" as in "i feel your absence" or, from solitude you get "saudade de você" as in "i am lonely [of] you", and in spanish the word comes from stranger and it's something one does, "te extraño" as in "i am making a stranger out of you", and, and, and

i’m something of an insane woman myself

being attracted to someone is like a worse punishment than anything jesus ever went through. girl what do u mean i like how they smell just give me the stigmata and lay me out to dry already