Person Who Wants To Do Stuff Trapped In A Body That Needs To Lie Down

i hate my hometown (sits by water when im stressed or upset) i hate my hometown (walks in the woods whenever i get the chance) i hate my hometown (still has a calendar reminder for our niche little holidays) i hate my hometown (still carries the rosary from the church i grew up in even though im not religious) i hate my hometown (listens to old country songs when im sad) i hate

These 🌹💐🌹💐💐🌸🌺🌹🌺🌷🌸💐🌺🌹🍫🌹💐🍫🍫🌹🌺🌸🌷🍫💐🌸💐🌺🌹🍫🌷🌷🌺🌸🌷🌺🌸🌺🌹🌹🌹🌷🌺🌺🌸🌺🌹🌹🌷💐🌸💐💐🌺🌹🌸💐🌸🌹🍫🍫🌺🌷🌹🍫🍫🍫 💐🌷r for my mutuals on this valentines day <3

it’s so important to love someone a little extra on their bad days

if you all want to eat chocolate chip toothpaste thats a personal decision, youre just wrong♡

blast abba so you cant hear the spooky sounds the wind makes

*acting completely insane* im in love in case you havent noticed

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry for me has the same kind of tender mysticism people associate with Vincent Van Gogh

One a writer that draws, and the other a painter that writes; both sharing the ideal of finding joy and love in the little things - joy tainted with melancholy, often, but joy nonetheless - and love. So much of it.

And both men gone too soon.

Vincent's paintings still have an impact on people, as do his letters. Antoine's writing still touches many, as do his doodles.

I can picture The Little Prince in The Wheat Fields

the sadness

penelope is a better woman than me, i would’ve lied and said i got engaged just to see if colin would cry

i get butterflies when i see your name on my phone but that’s literally none of your business