i love leaves in the wind and the feeling of the sun on my skin and moving water and when the sky turns pink and purple at the end of the day and when birds swoop down from the sky and fresh snow and that i get to enjoy all that earth offers me
one of the craziest parts of love is how it turns ordinary things sacred. a side of the bed. a street corner. a stupid coffee shop. suddenly everything is haunted by tenderness
not to be romantic or anything but i want to watch you reading your favorite book in your favorite chair in your favorite part of our house as the morning sun wakes up in your hair
I’ve read some really horrific things from the Epstein files over the past 12 hours and I don’t think it’s anything people should be joking about. It is the most depraved, inhumane shit and it’s terrifying how desensitised people are becoming reading it. We should all be furious.
girl, if you are trying to up your sexy and whimsy, you have to start dancing and stretching. all those stored emotions need a channel for release. put on your favorite album and start dancing in front of a mirror as often as possible.