“I’m Going To Go On A Grand Adventure Someday, This I Promise Myself. I’m Going To See Places Where

Write about butterflies, write about your morning, write about the cup of chai you had, write about your crush that doesn't text you back. Write anything you love or colur like red and blue, cus eventually that will be yours, the true you

Rituals in Ganges River, 🇮🇳 India

people around me: *reading multiple books* *watching ongoing anime(s)* *Binge watching shows* *making art* *doing productive stuff*

me: *constantly daydreams about different scenarios including the portrayal of me and my inaginai girlfriend's runaway from home*

it’s okay to feel lost. we don’t always know where we’re going next.

copying.

This guy had the perfect vows.

His vows: "I will kill the spiders. I will share my fries with you when you've finished all yours and are still hungry. I won't ever pop my collar. I will never be rude to your tummy- when I hear it growl and gurgle, I promise to bend down and reply respectfully. I will eat the mushrooms when we order the supreme pizza. I will kiss the papercuts. and the door-slammed finger, and the counter-bumped hip. I’ll try my hardest not to get annoyed when you whisper questions and comments during movies. I will be the big spoon. I will let you win at wrestling. sometimes. other times I will not. I will send you random texts and leave you silly gifts. not always. not on schedule . just whenever I want to. whenever I think you need one. or seven. I will check your tire pressure. and remind you to take your car in. I will hold your hand. I will love you. I will love you. I will love you.

serotonin dose guys!

The way this quote slips through my ribcage and strangles my heart

Alone

by Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone. Then – in my childhood, in the dawn Of a most stormy life – was drawn From every depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still: From the torrent, or the fountain, From the red cliff of the mountain, From the sun that round me rolled In its autumn tint of gold, From the lightning in the sky As it passed me flying by, From the thunder and the storm, And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view.