Books And Things.

obsessed with body neutrality… like people are just the weirdest animal we’re just walking around earth with individual deep inner worlds and maybe I do have dark spots and acne and scars but why should that bother me? they’re literally just things that happen to people

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i don’t like how endings in real life come on so suddenly without making sense, without much warning. one minute you’re in the middle of something and the next it’s all a very long time ago and you’re a different person and none of it is ever coming back

I want to do things with my life but I also want to bury myself in a forest and let the moss grow over me so where does that leave us

i made your favorite dish. i made you something you’ve never tried before. i love you. i spent twenty minutes chopping. my grandmother made this for me when i was little. i made this dairy free for you. i love you. i want to eat together. the onions made me cry. i love you. i learned this recipe for you. i love you. i made this special for your birthday. i love you. i know you don’t like peppers. i love you. i love you. i love you.

sometimes you just have to make a comfy nest of blankets in a warm room and feel like a creature for a bit

wish my life was like a 90's movie where all my friends work in record stores and bookshops and coffee shops and we see really cool bands in small little clubs and get breakfast together and like hang out on roofs and shit

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the fact tht u can actually always just try again

i just want a boring love. a love that doesn’t need fights or arguments to keep the fire alive. a “let’s sit and read on opposite ends of the sofa” love. an “i thought of you when i was doing the dishes” love. an “i would rather be at home with the love of my life right now” love