Do you ever feel absent but like from your own life????? Like it feels like every day is here, and you’re fucking missing it.
joni mitchell, cass elliot, and judy collins at the big sur folk festival, 1968💐🌞
the twilight books had such a good aesthetic. rainy days. forests green. cloudy skies. warm homes. old high schools, run down but still alive somehow. laughing kids. small town streets lit with flickering lamps. dreams of knights in shining armour. the nostalgia of life.
me if being a nostalgic person was a crime
the holy trinity: the father (fuck it we ball) the son (it is what it is) the holy spirit (to be cringe is to be free)
"i don't like rap" "i don't like country" "i don't like jazz" "i don't like disco" OPEN YR EARS & YR HEART!!!! YOU'RE DOING IT WRONG!!!!
i think love is stored in nighttime conversations and “did you eat yet” and books left outside your door and “i waited to watch this with you” and splitting something in half to share and “im proud of you” and folded towels and “you can pick” and heads on shoulders and “you’re right, that was shitty. im sorry” and knocks on doors and “DINNER!” and stupid jokes and “hey i got this for you” and coffee made just right and… there are so many ways people say i love you silently every day over and over again if you only listen
everyone needs to slowwww down and look at a fucking tree
i don’t feel like an adult and i don’t feel like a real person and i don’t feel like i have autonomy or agency in my life although i’ve made every decision of my free will