Countryside Queers

Me introducing myself like hi I romanticise everything, overthink way too much, live 85% of my life in my head and still can’t believe I’m a Real Person

13 year old me was soooo damn proud of not being like other girls because I wasn’t “‘‘‘‘‘boy crazy’‘‘‘‘‘‘‘‘ hooty hoo dumbass there’s a reason for that

some day i'm gonna be lying under a tree beside the girl of my dreams, just watching the clouds go by. maybe we try making flower crowns, and weave daisies into each other's braids. i can't help but notice how angelic she looks, freckled face scrunched up with laughter, flowers tangled in her golden hair. and in that very moment, i'll realise just how deeply in love i've fallen.

i do not want a “job” or to go to “college”, i want to live in the mountains with a pretty girl and a black cat and make stew for dinner and paint pictures of her in oil paints and sell wood carvings and potatoes at the market.

I’m content with the quiet things, the soft times, and the gentle moments. I’m at peace in the rain, reading on a porch as the wind so gently blows by. I’m satiated by the way the leaves rustle, and the gentle dance of the branches. I’m contented by the little pieces of time in living.