handwritten letters, old libraries, vintage aesthetic, neck kisses, fine wine, rainy days, annotated books, fictional crushes, sleep deprived eyes, love poems for the moon.
I want to disappear, but not too well that I won’t be found, I want to hide, but I want the right people to be able to see me, I want silence, but I want my thoughts to be heard, I want to run, but not too far that my footsteps start to fade, I want to be here, when I’m far away.