Wild Flowers in Her Hair.

sometimes the heart is just 🌼🍞🥚🥧🥛🌻🥄🍯🌼🍞🥚🥧🥛🌻🥄🍯🌼🍞🥚🥧🥛🌻🥄🍯🌼🍞🥚🥧🥛🌻🥄🍯 and there’s nothing you can do to stop that.

the only reason i believe in love is because of the way i love

be poetic. if you find the way the light falls through your window and onto your bedroom wall pretty, write about it. call it soft and golden as sunlit honey. if it makes you glad to be alive then it’s not silly. you look for the beauty of things, be proud of that. say the heavy rain is kissing you. write about the glow of the moon, the dancing of flowers. make your world magical. collect your metaphors and treasure them.

strawberries should be the size of apples

i may b sad but did u see my outfit

i have a disease called “i believe i will have the love i have been reading about all these years one day”