me to me: you stress me out

I hope I never get tired of the night sky, of thunderstorms, of watching cream make galaxies in my coffee. This world is ugly. I hope I never grow to be someone who can no longer see the small beautiful things.

texting is cool, but what if we went on a late night drive and played all our fav songs

I like to look for things no one else catches.

Please remember that your empathy includes yourself.

oopsie, I tiptoed through old memories and now my soul aches a little

i’m very self aware. which unfortunately hasn’t solved anything

what-ifs and could-have-beens, the greatest human tragedies

my special superpower is being too much and not enough at the same time

Anyone wanna lay in the grass and stargaze?

the beauty of a full moon never disappoints

feeling safe around someones energy is a different kind of intimacy

souls don’t meet by accident