This Is A Daily Thing For Me It Sucks

this weekend was supposed to be me relaxing, instead it has turned into me deep cleaning my house and blasting music from 60s-80s

my love for you was a song

you liked the melody

but you never bothered

to listen to the words

I’ll play my music for someone who wants to listen.

*just fucking T-poses*

I’ve been through hell and back these past few months and what I’ve come to realize is…. a bitch is invincible to be quite honest

anonymously tell me the time and what’s on ur mind

be poetic. if you find the way the light falls through your window and onto your bedroom wall pretty, write about it. call it soft and golden as sunlit honey. if it makes you glad to be alive then it’s not silly. you look for the beauty of things, be proud of that. say the heavy rain is kissing you. write about the glow of the moon, the dancing of flowers. make your world magical. collect your metaphors and treasure them.

i need to lay in bed in someones arms for ten hours at least

“A soulmate is someone who is willing to grow with you, who chooses to be with you until the end, and will love you through good and bad. It’s not about sunshine and laughter, it’s about mundane moments filled with unknowns.”

— T.B. LaBerge

tbh the real advice I’d give to anyone is, do shit alone. go to a museum & go at your own pace & leave the instant you’re done. go somewhere you’ve never been and just wander around, duck into & out of places as it pleases you. linger as long as you’d like.

Listen. Cut your own hair. Dye it blue, then shave it off when you’re bored of it. Wear that outfit with those shoes. Paint your nails with all the colors of the rainbow. Get that tattoo. Go to the movies alone. Get coffee, then drink it at that special place you like. Mouth the words of the song you’re listening to on public transport. Put that thing on your wall. Bake. Draw. Dance in your underwear. Life is so much better when you don’t give a fuck