“I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books.”— C.S. Lewis
Sometimes people need their space. They’re not cutting you off … they just need time to fucking breathe and take care of themselves.
That shit has nothing to do with you.
There’s something so pure about someone who’s excited to be around you. Like yes tell me you want to see me, tell me when exactly you want see me, tell me you want to kiss me, tell me you miss me, tell me you’re looking forward to next time we meet. Vocalize
remember to breathe, unclench your jaw and relax your fists - everything will be alright; i have faith in you
fuckin gmail is a real friend not like u fake friends
feministism
Accurate.
corn right
corn at
corn lightfirst corn i see tonight
you’re far too young to be this worn down. take a break for me, please? escape from the world for a little while, get some sleep.