Seeitinthesilence - S

NYC by heydavina

I wanna decorate for halloween, make a bunch of these stupid cookies, and dance around the kitchen while we drink pumpkin spice lattes and play iconic halloween songs.

Is that so much to fucking ask

but you see, I'm in LOVE. I'm in love with the way my best friend talks to me at 3 a.m., the way my mom makes my coffee, the way my brother gives me half of his orange. I'm in love with strangers I pass in busy streets and the way the newspaper boy sits on his cycle, the way people hold hands and the way their eyes shine. I'm in love, I'm in love with it all.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned

Who wants to lie outside with me on a cool night, curled up together under blankets with sweet-scented candler around us, as we listen to Hozier and gently kiss each other under the starlight?

i want to hold hands with you when we walk to the grocery store.

i want to rest my head on your shoulder while we binge watch true crime docs on netflix.

i want us to lie in bed, in a tangle of limbs, as I read a book and you play chess on your tablet.

i want to make song requests as i meal prep, while you mess around with your ukulele and act as my personal juke box.

all i want, is to simple be with you.

an ordinary, mundane life with you.

Concept: I’m in the kitchen wearing your shirt, and frying some pancakes. Behind me I hear your sleepy voice say “good morning, darling” just before your arms wrap around me from behind. You smell just as good as the pancakes. We are both so happy and warm inside

Waddeson Manor, UK (by John Hackston)

if you were truly a bad person, you wouldn’t be so hung up on the morality of your mistakes. the fact that you want to go back and make it right means you’re growing from this and you’ll try to do better next time.

late night drives with soft music and glancing at you from the passenger's seat with soft eyes

book aesthetics: reading outside