je suis claire

i’m ready to quit school and move to a little ivy-covered cottage in the countryside and do nothing but read and take walks in the woods all day

do you ever want to step out of your window into the night and walk out towards the stars

moon is so beautiful, even the word is so pretty and has such a lovely compound words like: moonlight, moonflower, honeymoon, moondust

the sexual tension between the metric of the expanding universe and the bodies that shape gravitational waves

what if we went to art museums together and recreated the poses in the sculptures there, took aesthetic pictures n spent way too much time making up stories for the paintings

mental health status: need to look at the sea for hours and stay quiet.

me after sitting in the sun for ten minutes: love is real

born to be mild

*mediocre guitar solo*

just me & the dark, listening to florence welch, feeling like a storm. u know how it is.

Me listening to a thunderstorm: this honestly goes off

hello i’m hoziest and this is my song i’m already in church

*bangs fist on table* I WANT COLD WEATHER

*Still uses pinky promises as a legitimate foundation of trust*