I AM OBSESSED WITH HIM.
not having social anxiety must be so fun i would make friends so easily i would go to random socials alone and have more than my 4 total friends at uni
i get the biggest butterflies when i remember how beautiful my partner is genuinely how are they so sublime and perfect and how tf did i pull them
friendly reminder that your special interest is very cool and very valid no matter what it is <3
i love sunsets, i love discovering new music, i love stargazing, i love walking, i love the smell of earth after it rains, i love coffee, i love the smell of books, i love quiet afternoons, i love open windows, i love the underlying flavors in food, i love poetry, i love freshly baked bread, i love painting my nails, i love flowers growing through cracks in the pavement. etc etc
wondering how everyone looks so cute in strappy tops and dresses when i can think of nothing worse than showing my shoulders
when hayao miyazaki said that true love was two people inspiring each other to live…recognizing just how hard living is, putting one foot in front of the other every day, how easy it is to lose our passion for it…… that’s the real shit
not to be a hopeless romantic but i love having a partner i love doing things to make them smile and surprising them and i love the deep mutual understanding we have for each other and feeing safe and loved and having someone to hold
i think the reason i love studio ghibli as much as i do is because it encompasses everything i love about life. wearing clothes that make you feel young and free that you can run and jump and climb trees in. the sense of peace that only comes from sitting on a train watching scenes move by the in windows, walking through the city at night, reading on a bench. the way there is so much grief and pain and hardship in each movie, and the world being torn apart but in spite of that, there is wholesomeness and warmth in bowls of noodles and dinner with your family and singing loudly without worrying about what your voice sounds like, and if you love someone enough it doesn’t matter that the world is falling apart around you. it’s about romanticising the little things in life, the hot mug of tea, that moment in the streetlight in the rain, the sunrise looking pretty through your little window; and it’s about the quiet, soft, warm moments you share with other people through those. those the things i cling onto in life, the small moments of joy that make life worth living.
i am a little envious of people who have very consistent and long-term special interests. i have a few that have lasted years and years but i go through big phases of them being completely dormant. currently nothing is itching that scratch and it is the worst feeling
why do i have to go through periods (aka sensory hell as an autistic person) every single month when i know i will never ever carry nor birth a baby! i hate it here
so is the crushing feeling of realising you werent invited to something going to keep on returning for the entire rest of my life? no one warned me about this