phoebe

i'm perfectly fine except for the problems

ever since I was a little girl I’ve always thought like I want to leave

everything feels tiring and dramatic and world-ending to me i just want to be held and rest

yearly vacations aren’t enough for me. i need a year in amsterdam. a decade in prague. a century in florence. i want to slowly take everything in i want to know cities intimately what is tourist culture

i don’t have a brain actually. my head is just filled with lots and lots of dried flowers

sometimes it’s all about making the little things better. going for a walk and playing music that makes u feel like a badass villain. sipping ur tea by the window mysteriously. wording ur to do lists in weird and wonderful ways. sprawling in the sun dramatically and writing by the sea in fresh air. make odd jobs less like chores and more like quests. let yourself imagine and dream and see through less of a serious lens each day.

nothing like stepping outside while the seasons are changing and suddenly feeling a change in the weather that knocks you back in time by several years

i do not want to work. i want to kiss