All girls want is to have a whimsical summer. Read under a tree, eat fruit with honey under the sun, get tan lines, swim in bodies of water, drink iced herbal teas, wear linen skirts and flowy dresses, pick up flowers & take baths with their petals, dance under the moon
I have no energy to hold grudges or hate anyone. I literaIIy have no space in my heart to carry that sh*t around. I either love you, wish you well, or hope you heal.
In case you forgot, we live on a planet where lightning turns sand into glass, dolphins give each other names, the ocean glows in the dark, and rain has a scent before it falls. You stand here with a beating heart, a steady moon above, and a world quietly, absurdly beautiful.
Good people have high levels of empathy, but once that empathy is exhausted, they switch to a state of objective observation. They see you for exactly who you are, without the filter of their love. This is why their anger feels so cold, it is the absence of the warmth you took for granted