#ohmagaery

all are from { my spotify }

dancing around the room with wet hair and mismatched socks

these songs give me unrealistic expectations for my first date and I’m kinda okay with that

rain is when the clouds cry and my soul wants to sing

that one person who sits in the corner brooding listens to this as they stare at everyone

let’s sneak out on the roof just to stare at the stars while the wind blows around us

you really don’t want to talk to me if this is playing

it’s dark and we’re running through dimly lit streets, sitting and staring and not caring and feeling too much

when everyone leaves and it’s just me alone at night on my bed with my laptop

never been in a relationship but I made a breakup playlist anyway

Fast forward. We are ten. Chasing each other 'round. Parents watch us— smiling wide. I laugh when you fall down.

Twelve now.  We hear the word Whispered as we leave.  Pay it no mind, Little Ones,  It will only make you grieve. 

Fourteen And ‘crush’  Is giggled all around  I roll my eyes,  We tease those fools My heart seems to pound?

Sixteen, and again  The word is here.  This time, it’s in my mind; You’ve changed. It’s a year of tears 

And now, here we are,  Eighteen, and together still. But not how I want, Secretly We’ve grown and learned,   I feel my lungs burn,  When you smile at me. 

‘Crush’ isn’t the right word anymore. 

It's exhilarating to remember

there are worlds beyond ours, printed in pages, inked into existence from just one person's mind-

there are millions of words besides the ones we know-

every writer has entire empires and magic and people living inside them, breathing, living,

waiting to be shared or content to be held close in the privacy of ones mind.

It’s My Eighteenth Birthday

“Our birthdays are feathers in the broad wing of time.”