sundear

i love delicate trinkets! tiny glass heart shaped jars, small ceramic jewelry dishes only big enough for several pairs of earrings, old vintage perfume bottles passed down from your grandmother or found at the local thrift store. they all make my heart so happy

god i love coming home and being at home and sitting inside my home and staying home

when kafka said ‘you wouldn’t believe the kind of person I could become if you wanted it’ and when brontë said ‘if you ever looked at me with what I know is in you, I would be your slave’ and when Sartre said ‘if I’ve got to suffer it may as well be at your hands’

id rather you have cringy but honest interests than try and act like everything youve ever loved was in an ironic way cause you think that love for simple or useless or silly things is beneath you . pathetic! embrace existence with both hands coward