you take a spider outside, and turn off the lights in an empty room and put that wrapper in your pocket until you find a bin.

you're kind like that, saving the world little by little without even realising.

I hope this time next year you’ll have hundreds of new happy memories

I hope this time next year you’ll have hundreds of new happy memories

Today it’s one of those days where I am not here, where my vision is blurry and my body does not feel mine. One of those days where the only thing that matters are the little details, like how the snow lays on a brown leaf fallen on the sidewalk, or how his eyelashes curl. One of those days where I can only feel people, where I can’t do anything but wander aimlessly to find an emotion I can borrow. Just for a day, just for today. A day where all I want is for for his fingers to brush on mine just so I can feel something that is not void. 

anyone else want to nap in a field of grass and flowers with the sound of bees buzzing because I dooo

how can a person simultaneously feel so so much but also nothing at all  

I assert that to know beauty, we must first fall in love. Fine Art Paintings by Richard J Oliver

When Dumbledore said "Do not pity the dead, Harry. Pity the living, and, above all those who live without love.”

And when Taylor Swift said "And the old widow goes to the stone every day. But I don't, I just sit here and wait, grieving for the living."

And when Khalil ur Rehman said "That we remain living, is the sad ending."

hats and scarves and knee socks and wearing tights for the first time in months and when the mornings are all chilly and you can see your breath and draw little pictures on foggy windows and plaid pattern and ankle boots and not caring when people make fun of pumpkin flavoured stuff because you love it and are happy it’s all the rage and people who dress their dogs in costumes on Halloween and fires in fireplaces and maroon/hunter green/mustard yellow colour combinations and baking your first fall batch of cookies but you put too much cinnamon in it because you’re TOO EXCITED BECAUSE IT’S FALL.

2022 is more flowers, more rosé, more perfume, more pink, more dance, more lingerie, more skincare, more healthy food, more books, more gardens and more self love.

I hope this time next year you’ll have hundreds of new happy memories

There are some days you physically want to put your heart to rest, as if, if you could, you would place it on the bark of the tree, on the street you're walking on. Because you can't carry the weight of it anymore. As if you never knew pain can be so heavy and maybe your heart is drowning deeper every single day.

Does anyone else love bad weather? Like the kind that’s loud and dark and draws attention to its self like pounding rain drops and thunder and lightning that seems just so close. And you can sit near a window and it’s dark outside and maybe you’ve got a candle lit or a lamp and it’s so warm inside and you’re wearing you’re favourite sweater and watching a good show or reading a good book and it’s beautiful outside the rain and the clouds and the sound of it all and you’re just so content and cosy and happy

italian summer 1985

preaches and honey in the air. ice cream cones on the pavement, windows flung wide open, an orchard of apricot trees with wind chime breeze through the leaves and branches shimmering with heat-haze. there’s a timeless oil painting or polaroid-worn-by-the-edges kind of beauty about this dream. and you, paint-spattered camera flash on your skin, you and you and you. i want to live like this forever. always reaching for each other and never touching. light bathing the marble skin on your back, muscles rippling the way the river flows, softly, urgent. call it love, call it anything you want. in this life, it starts raining the second we say each other’s names/ in the next, the world stops breathing the first time we kiss / in another, we jump into the river at dawn and never come up for air.

you take a spider outside, and turn off the lights in an empty room and put that wrapper in your pocket until you find a bin.

you're kind like that, saving the world little by little without even realising.

magic is real you fools it happens when you make other people laugh