Life is short, so it should be filled with flowers

Remember, some things have to end for better things to begin.

blessed sols day

“Speak boldly with intellect. Never hush your voice for someones comfort. Speak your mind, make people uncomfortable.”

listening to music you loved when you were younger feels like a connection with your past self. like did she know I’d be listening to this exact same song so many years in the future? she couldn’t have imagined the person I am now. it feels like a hand reaching through time. like looking at the moon and realising that throughout history other people have looked at the same moon and felt the same way. a moment when the boundaries of time blur and it’s just me, enjoying music, connected with all the past versions of myself who are listening to this same song