Ah To Be A Smol Floof In A Big Field 😔

Every window in our house seemed to have been assigned a specific role, each one had numerous tales to tell.

- Farah Bashir, Rumours of Spring

"It's pouring, the trees are getting greener before my eyes, I love you. I'm almost afraid of the intensity of this happiness."

Vladimir Nabokov, from Letters to Vera tr. by Olga Voronina & Brian Boyd

hate how my parents assume i'm being lazy and unproductive when i'm on my phone. like i could be writing poetry or reading an ebook or learning a new language. i mean, i'm not, but i could be.

I searched for love in the heavens above.

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sometimes i’m scared i won’t ever get to experience a once in a lifetime type of love

oddly romantic things i want

to be sat after a long day at the beach, close to them, hair salty with sea water and just know that i'm loved

waking up before them and just hearing them breathe quietly, being able to cuddle close and fall asleep again

running in the rain and not having to worry about anything important

watching the sunrise together

such a tight hug that i don't ever want to let go

getting a song sent with the message "it made me think of you"

them doing my eyeliner for me

reading aloud in the summer evening glow

slow dance by the fireplace

sitting in a parked car, holding hands, as we watch the sunset

This ain't getting better, Or is it?

never let a good notebook go to waste!