dearly detested,

the disappointment and self-loathing felt within yourself when being burnt out after having been an academic prodigy all your life is devastating

if you take me to a museum as a date, i’m gonna go ahead and assume we’re getting married

i want to be the hot witch wife who’s husband just does anything she asks because he’s so obsessed

it terrifies me that I’ve somewhat found peace amidst the chaos and violence

i need gentle touches. loosely holding hands, small pecks on the forehead, light back scratches, leaning on each other while reading your separate books. i don’t need rough love, others have already been so rough. i need you to be gentle.

if the multiverse exists, i pray you’re not my father in every other reality

giving someone a book that you annotated is like showing them a piece of your soul

anyone else just want to lay on a blanket in a field in the sun all day. just reading, snacking and napping?

not knowing what to do with yourself in the summer because school’s over and there’s no way to achieve your academic validation

i want someone to talk about me the way Hozier speaks in his songs

the way i will never get to actually meet francis abernathy is honestly pretty disrespectful