i want to experience life. i want to travel of course, wander the earth and take in as much culture and knowledge and sights and art as i can. but in a more simple way i just want to experience life, to just go out and do things. go walking in the woods, frolick in fields, go dancing until the early hours of the morning, get brunch at a quiet cafe, sit on the beach and watch the sun rise, stargaze and share deep thoughts with someone, go to the market on a lazy sunday, drive around with no destination in mind, lay in the middle of a stretch of land and read, dance in the kitchen in the middle of the night, twirl around in the rain, light a fire and sit around it until the flames go out. i want to be surrounded by laughter and love. to be surrounded by so much life.

physically in my room. mentally a brunette soprano in a parisian opera house with an angel of music who’s absolutely obsessively enamored with her.

i hope death will feel like being snuggled up in bed under warm blankets. i hope the mattress and pillows are soft. i hope i rest softly.

i hope you find peace.

sometimes all it takes is the wind blowing through my body and then i remember i am still alive and my life is not over yet.

you have time.

this may be the worst day of my life but somewhere this is the best day of someone else’s. life gets better.

"Kill them with kindness" WRONG. drop the opera house chandelier on them.

does anyone remember the fever dream that was those movies about male pop star celebrities falling in love with normal girls back in the early 2000’s?! the original y/n’s.

sometimes you just gotta put your phone on dnd and sing an entire musical.

my beige flag is that i’ll listen to my cutesy lil love songs while reading the filthiest most jaw dropping smut to ever exist.

i was walking through a parking lot in the light rain and there was a car with the backseat window open. a tattoo’d hand was sticking out of it with an expensive looking wrist watch holding a cigarette between two fingers.

i couldn’t see their face but goddamn they were hot.

through your cruelty, i choose to be kind.

shall i forever find comfort in nature and little else? shall i forever talk to the moon and stars, dance with the wind, and lay with the grass and flowers and trees? shall my only companionship be with nature?

when i am alone i feel as if i have evaporated into mother nature. i stand alone in a field and suddenly i am the wind brushing through the grass. i sit on the ground and suddenly i am a tree my roots growing farther than any of my relationships have ever gone. i am lonely and the earth sees that—she tells me all is not lost. i am not alone, i always have her.

“wyd?”

me: *reading a book and falling into another fictional world*

“wyd?”

me: *sitting somewhere my headphones blasting into my ears as i fall into another musical world*

when i first was listening to cosmic love by florence and the machine i was reading a touch of darkness, i was at the part after hades and persephone made love and persephone went outside and felt her dormant power awaken. it was such a powerful, magical, beautiful scene, but now every time i hear that song i miss them, and i miss the first time i read it. i miss the feeling.