Unfazable.

Looks like I'll be sighing my way through the year again.

I don't know what to tell you kid, put your barefeet on the cold grass and let the sun touch your cheek bones and eyelids. You'll live. You'll live.

High key wanna see butterflies

I’m sorry I’ll never be as good as her.

(via excerptsofstories)

You can get changed now. Take your time. Gosh. The shirt is too big.

And, if we're to share ten thousand meals, darling I hope it's in laughter.

writing playlist: on

google docs: open

mind: ready