恋空

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

i am grateful for the warm hope of spring, for the bees in the rosemary bushes, for lemon zest, for tired muscles, for a lie in, for cut up magazines, for word searches, for films that meander, for tall glasses of ice water, for the tinny radio and for cd bargain bins, for just one minute more, for the first berries of the season, for a welcome breeze, for the opportunities to try something new, and for the inevitable soft places to land.

hey what if i kept trying anyway because it’s my life and only i get to decide what to do with it

My kink is good things happening to people I care about.

I’m gonna reblog this because it brought me immense enjoyment to look at.