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actually i think there is love in friendship and love in creating art and love in bread and love in nodding along to a child’s babbling and love in spamming emotes and love under the blankets. i think love is in everything and everywhere just waiting to be seen

sometimes i wake up and realize i’m still the same heartbroken 17 year old girl just in the body of someone older

i'd read books, visit museums, living in a cottage with big garden, chase butterflies, sunbathe under extreme sun, travel to places no one has heard of, get lost in cities, write, sit by the window and let the raindrops caress my face, bake fresh warm cookies and just enjoy the melancholia as it becomes a part of my life.

unironically people need to learn to say “they haven’t done anything wrong i just find them annoying”

im like no worries & then feel so upset i get chest pains