How Do These Four Walls, Contain My Wild Soul?

Everything in the rain becomes so much better? Like yes please I want you to take me on a date with the rain. Where there is only one umbrella but ample conversations and it's only there for the sake of holding hands, warm bodies pressed up together; soft breath fanning on my skin. The heady scent of the damp earth enveloping us. The sound of your laughter and the way you throw your head back, your eyes crinkling along with the pitter-patter of the rain and I swear I will fall in love with you if you ask me for a dance near a lone street in the middle of the night and if you press your soft lips to mine, in the cold wet rain. I honestly don't know what I would do.

“THE WORLD IS increasingly designed to depress us. Happiness isn’t very good for the economy. If we were happy with what we had, why would we need more? How do you sell an anti-ageing moisturiser? You make someone worry about ageing. How do you get people to vote for a political party? You make them worry about immigration. How do you get them to buy insurance? By making them worry about everything. How do you get them to have plastic surgery? By highlighting their physical flaws. How do you get them to watch a TV show? By making them worry about missing out. How do you get them to buy a new smartphone? By making them feel like they are being left behind. To be calm becomes a kind of revolutionary act. To be happy with your own non-upgraded existence. To be comfortable with our messy, human selves, would not be good for business.”

— Matt Haig, Reasons to Stay Alive (via theglasschild)

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Lol yay i guess

life would be so different if i was a bookshop owner in a small village near some forest, who has a secret affair with the local poet

I’m not even kidding when I say I wish I had a friend that wanted to buy a house w me

Danez Smith, from "summer, somewhere"

Don't be shy, gift me a book and press a flower between the pages ;)

Imagine lending books to someone and they sent you flowers pressed in between the pages.

love this bohemian maximalism

Does anyone ever feel tired of simply existing?

too lazy to draw one of those ‘my fave dynamics’ things but

middle aged coworkers who act like a divorced couple

middle aged coworkers who act like an old married couple

the “we both have commitment issues so let’s just keep this casual” to “i keep a spare toothbrush at your place and i think i’m in love with you” pipeline

wretched bastard with intimacy issues and The Sun™

charming extrovert with self worth issues and the person who sees straight through their bullshit

“we are at a serious moral impasse but i still desire you carnally”

highly competent mutually pining idiots going for a slow burn world record

“we’re both too exhausted for a relationship right now but maybe once we save the world we can talk about our feelings”