Hey (with the intention of staying all day at home while it's raining, reading and writing in my room)

ur early 20s are about being obsessed with kindness and mary oliver and seasonal fruits and recreating comfort foods you ate as a child and learning how to love and crying because you have no choice but to live the life before you and finding god on the bus back from the grocery store

It’s always “sup” and never “Howl ! Calcifer ! It’s me, Sophie! I know how to help you now! Find me in the future!”

ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that makes more sense (still doesnt get it)

my heart is an overgrown garden

im not a people pleaser anymore im a huge cunt now

this spring is slicing me in half. like an apple. will not be explaining what i mean by this

napping together is a love language

always remember that love will always come back to u. in a different form, different person, different hobby, different touch. but in any way, love will always come back.

i love sleeping and being mentally unavailable

girls will see a chance to commit arson and be like “sorry, i have to take this”

girls will see a building that’s not on fire and say “is anyone gonna burn that” and not wait for an answer