#yearnposting

i cant even stand being away from her. the moment she leaves my heart wants to follow

i wish her & i could be in our own plane of existence for moments that felt like lifetimes

the smell of the rain is so overwhelmingly calm and gives me so much serotonin it’s unimaginable

I don’t want a job i want a cottage in the woods, read, eat oranges and sleep under the moonlight.

a concept: a romantic sunday with the love of your life, listening to songs and baking cakes together and then you’re shouting at them to do things correctly but they can’t even break the eggs right and you’re just so frustrated with them and then they make that puppy face and crack silly jokes and tell you, how pretty you look when you’re annoyed. And then he takes your hand and take you outside and points at moon and says “that’s everyone’s moon but you’re my moon” and you just melt on the inside

if i don’t talk to myself who will????

Physically at my home but mentally in the arms of the love of my life getting caressed and kissed.

WHY ARE YOU LIKING MY POST? LIKE ME INSTEAD!!!!!!!

I think you should tell people how important they are to you not because they could leave at any moment, but because they’re here now, and it’s worth saying.

one thing i absolutely adore in songs is when the artist includes some sounds that is very personal to them like their lover’s laugh at the end, or like, the sound of a baby, or using the heartbeat of someone as the beat of the song, or a phrase that’s used by their special someone in their native language. it’s so beautiful how music can be used as an escape but also something that ties you right back down to that one person. And it’s like not only are they in your heart? but also in your art???????

going on late night drives, looking at the stars, watching the sunset, light warm breezes, soft radio noise, and closing your eyes and being happy with where you are at that moment.

Everything i do is out of love and chaos, and what is love, if not chaos?

Sending moon pictures to each other, calling each other just to say “omg go out and look at the moon she looks so pretty tonight” is a love language.

i really don’t understand the people who are not excited about the moon.

I am always lonely for things I’ve never had and people I’ve never been

-Nikki Giovanni,The Collected Poetry, 1968-1998

Being a girl suckkss!! Imagine waiting for a reply without even sending a message? Violence.

Places you should visit if you listen to hozier

1. Forests

2. My heart

3. Therapy

imagine teaching a boy how to draw so eventually you could draw a portrait of each other by a fireplace while it is pouring rain outside

really wanting my hands in your hair and our legs intertwined in my bed rn

him: u kno ur mine right

me: *is wearing his clothes, in his blanket, hugging up on him* u dont say

babies

oh, to be a mushroom in a mossy forest

men hug me and my brain just really do be flooded with seratonin, huh?