If I didn’t have anticipatory anxiety I’d be unstoppable. But half of why I procrastinate on a task sometimes is purely bc I’m so scared of how much energy I would expend into doing it successfully. It is so much simpler to just lie down and do nothing
[ID: "Today wasn't a great day. But I survived it to write this as proof that every feeling passes, returns and passes with time" handwritten in purple capital letters // end ID]
i hope beautiful things happen to you and when they do, i hope you can believe that you are worthy of every single one of them
oh, i am finally old enough to know why my parents took so long to grab their coats. why they would ask us to get ready to go only to sit down for another round of coffee. what would i tell myself, at 10 years old? it’s okay. sit down with them too. take in the extra hour with your friend and her family. when you get home, write down every moment in your diary. one day you will be older and you will be waving goodbye to your best friend, and you will turn the key to start your beat up little car engine, and you will look back over your shoulder. her hair will be blowing in the wind and she will be beautiful and you will be, for a moment, struck by all of it. what you will feel is so wide and nameless that it will engulf you. and you will think of being 14 and kicking her under the table in math every time you wanted to whisper something behind the teacher’s back. you will think about how long the days felt, and how you could hold her hand whenever you wished, but you didn’t. and you will think about all of the people you could have lingered with. and you will wish, more than you have ever felt a wish, that the universe just gave you that - more time to linger. more time to say - i love you. i know i need to leave, but i don’t want to leave you. and when i go, i am leaving a piece of my heart that lingers too.
one more round of coffee. the days are so short, and you are so lovely.
“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.” (mikko harvey)
I wish I could see the list of strangers that have ever looked at me and thought i was pretty.
just saw this and had to think of yesterday when i was sitting in the bus and just looked at the people around me and adored each one of them secretly like every single one of them was just so beautiful in their own way :(
i truly wish they all know how beautiful they are
Luxury has never appealed to me, I like simple things, books, being alone, or with somebody who understands.
-Daphne du Maurier
museum date???? coffee shop date???? art gallery date???? walk in the park date???? late night walk date???? nap time date??? picnic date??? yes pls!!
i'm obsessed with tracking packages like... i get kinda sad when they arrive and i have to close my tab with the tracking info because it's like the little sidequest is over
Is there no way out of the mind?
Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems; from ‘Apprehensions’
