chi

admit it, we’ve all fantasised about slow-dancing in the kitchen barefoot in our pyjamas at 2am in the arms of someone we love while old romantic jazz songs play softly on the radio

The sound of heavy rain while you are in bed.

Talent: overthinking

*quietly, from under 6 blankets* what the fuck

i want friends with whom i can visit art galleries and photography collections, exchange monthly book recommendations, take long city walks during the night, drink cheap wine while listening to vinyl records, browse second-hand bookshops, spend all day in little libraries, sit on balconies and take pictures of the evening sky

I VALUE my alone time. Like I deadass love my peace and quiet

I love hearing “I saw this and thought of you”

🖤