What I think about

there's not a single casual bone in my body. everything means something to me

Okay, I lied. I like flowers I don’t have to ask for. I like dates I don’t have to plan. I like reassurance, love letters, notes, long texts and updates. I like acts of service, physical touch, quality time and small surprises. I like being loved loudly.

do you ever think about how if you dive into the ocean and go deeper and deeper you will pass through layers of darker and darker blue until everything is black and cold and the pressure will be so intense that it will kill you without protection but if you keep going you will find little glowing specks of light, and if you go up into the sky and go higher and higher you will pass through layers of darker and darker blue until everything is black and cold and the pressure will be so intense that it will kill you without protection but if you keep going you will find little glowing specks of light

i want to exist only at night when everything is calm

puttering around the house is an underrated form a self-care. make some tea or coffee. put on a podcast. sort the mail. tidy some pillows and fold some blankets. start the laundry. thaw some soup. just casually wander around aimlessly doing little things to make your space and life a little nicer. who cares if you get distracted or only do a little. you aren't being productive. you're puttering.