I don't know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.
- Vincent Van Gogh
Me every fucking inappropriate time.
No one:
Me: Excuse me, i’m busy fantasizing about two amazing people who are so much in love and are 100% fictional so that i can forget that the rest of the world exists. thank you. goodbye.
Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn't stop for anybody
Stephen Chbosky(The Perks of Being a Wallflower)
Here's to hands that cover faces when laughter rises in public places. Here's to hair slow tucked behind ears, a goodbye gesture to mask the tears. Here's to long shared showers before longer dark hours, to morning voices whispering sweet, to sleepy kisses before ground under feet. Here's to your lips and their aftertaste to my breath stolen and blood displaced. To hands that hold and fingers that roam, to the way bare skin can feel like home.
am i being rebellious or have i finally realised that my life is my own and i can make choices for myself and i do not have to make my existence convenient for others?
Just want to open my own coffee shop/second hand bookstore.
I’m such a “nah I got it” and suffer in silence type of person.