Spilloverlove - Lia :3

whatever was left, that was ours for a while.

sunrise - louise glück

I made a baby blanket for a pregnant woman at work and I went back and forth about it like “is this weird? To like hand make something for someone when we’re like friendly acquaintances not like bffs. God why are you so fucking awkward.” Anyway I gave it to her and she said she loved it and in the back of my head I’m like yea she’s nice and probably just humoring the weirdo. Well she texted me a picture this weekend of a scrunchy faced newborn at the hospital wrapped in the blanket I made her. And I’m like. Wow. She loved it so much she took it with her! To the hospital! To give birth! She wrapped her newborn it! I am just so filled with love and joy right now.

People will love the things you make them. Because you thought of them and you cared.

All I want is to move into a beautiful cottage in the country side

Frolic through fields wearing my historically accurate dresses to find Mr Darcy

Sipping on tea and taking my goats for walks

Is that too much to ask?

lmao this feels so stupid to say but i’m still not used to seeing my posts pop up under the p1h tags??

to all the people who used to top their classes but can't find the energy to do that assignment now, to all the people who watch dance covers in awe and imagine themselves doing the choreography wearing crop tops and cargo pants, to all the people who love watching aesthetic videos and vlogs and yearn for their home to be cottagecore with soft radio in the background someday, to all the people who stare at pretty strangers, wishing they had their eyes, or their hair or their pretty smile, i just wanna say that i see you and you are a beautiful soul. you are worthy and capable of living the life of your dreams. ♡♡♡

Katie Ford, from If You Have to Go: Poems; “The Addresses”

[Text ID: “That’s love? to remember I’m remembered? / But I wish someone wanted to have me. / There’s a difference,”]

People who get excited over the stars, the moon and sunsets are my kinda people

how it feels when i instantly get who one of my moots is trash talking

ꢤꢆㅤㅤ۫ㅤ𝗉𝗅𝗎𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗉𝗁𝗂𝗅𝖾ㅤ♡ : 一緒

Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934