write me a love letter and seal it with a stolen kiss,
take my hand and lead me on an ethereal adventure,
write me a song and sing it under my window,
where my parents can’t see you.
press flowers and hide them in the pages of the books you give me,
write me a story and read it to me while we fall asleep,
paint me the sunrise on the day we met,
when everything was so much sweeter.
Make me believe in love again.
new realizations and sweeping feelings around old trauma does not mean you're more broken than you thought you were, if anything it means you're more healed than you may have noticed. pain does not show up in full until your being believes that your mind and body has the capacity to hold, process and move through it
Last night was the first night I felt alive in 2020. I was happy like I wasn’t for years.
We danced to our favorite songs. Sang at the top of our lungs. The center was full of people existing at the moment.
I got into a little trouble for going late, with my mom warning me she’ll never let me go anywhere again, but I don’t care. I was happy. I cherished every second of last night. I lived in the moment with my friends.
If given a chance, I’d do it over again. And maybe not go home after the night I will always remember.
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I look at you and see a whole universe. A beautiful construction of so many different parts. You’re bright and mesmerizing.
it's terrifying how corona virus stopped the world
sit your a$$ down and study. Because one day, when it’s over, and you’ve won, you’ll know u did it with your own two hands n that’s the power.
The stars tell us to shine; the world tells us we are broken.
shall we focus on what we excel at? or fix what’s broken? // Hina Syeda (via hinasyeda)
you still have so many years to meet so many people you never knew you could love so much