Cherish your solitude. Take trains by yourself to places you have never been. Sleep out alone under the stars. Learn how to drive a stick shift. Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back. Say no when you don’t want to do something. Say yes if your instincts are strong, even if everyone around you disagrees. Decide whether you want to be liked or admired. Decide if fitting in is more important than finding out what you’re doing here. Believe in kissing.
I hope your December is filled with red scarves and spiced tea and fluffy blankets and fairy lights and late night movies like little women and home alone and evermore by Taylor Swift and Christmas songs and candles and pies and books and mistletoe and candycanes and snow and poetry and sunny mornings and love❤✨
It’s the first of December and I’m trying to bring out my “in my heart is a Christmas tree farm, where the people would come/to dance under sparkling lights” feels but the allure of “hey December, guess I’m feeling unmoored/can’t remember what I used to fight for”is magnetic
