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Romanticizing Life - Blog Posts
nothing is more therapeutic than waking up at 4am to take a stroll and admire a sleeping city
something deeply intimate about being outside early in the morning all alone and seeing the world as she is
sometimes we forget how vast life is. how many people we have yet to meet. how many places we still have to see. how many smiles, how many compliments, how many whispered affections, how many hugs. sunsets and coffees. flowers and books. waiting for you. don’t worry, you’ll be there soon.
the mood is missing art museums and brown sugar boba :(
I miss walking through museums and going to get iced coffee afterwards, mind full of centuries of history.
the craziest thing about books is you can pick one up and remember exactly where you read and what you felt like when you read it. maybe it was a summer afternoon and you were sad, maybe it was a school night and you were up much too late and already feeling the next morning’s regret, maybe you read the book right after a fight with your mom and you were angry. and a book brings all those emotions and memories back, even if you don’t remember the story the book actually holds. don’t tell me literature isn’t magic 🪄
