Through The Looking Glass

quarantine & overthinkers don‘t match

i want that really cliché friend group who takes long drives together and takes pictures of each other when they’re not looking and goes on random picnics and visits museum together fuck i want it so bad where y’all at

I’m not really into things? anymore?

letting my light wash dry among the trees

海がきこえる

whenever anyone mentions that they were talking abt me I get this weird but kind of comforting feeling that I exist to a person outside of our own relationship,, like?? u talked abt me??? u thought of me when I wasn’t there????? i exist to u when I’m not around????!!!!!!?

— Paulo Coelho (via glassbonespaperskin)

Yokohama English Garden (x)