i love when you’re reading and the author describes something so beautifully that you start to hear the trees they write about, you start to see the greenery and smell the air and suddenly it’s like a memory you’re reminiscing on
I don’t know if I’m the only one, but books have never felt like words on a page to me.
I see the people. I hear their voices. I watch the scenes happen. 😭
Tell me I’m not the only one whose brain turns reading into cinema.
What do you even do when, in your twenties, you realise you’ve chosen the wrong career for yourself, and everything you’ve done up until this point suddenly starts to feel like wasted years?
for the first time in my life, i love myself more than anyone else. there's no room for self-abandonment or neglect anymore. the tides change, and so do i.