spiderversegf:

holding my own face in my own hands and screaming “there is no connection without an open heart! you must be brave! you must be honest! you must be true!” in the mirror

Daisies have always been my favorite. There’s nothing really grand about it, sometimes in different colors but white daisies mean the most to me.

I don’t exactly know why, but the idea of it screams peace. solace.

And to get this, on my day, one that doesn’t wilt. It makes my heart happy. It warms my heart.

It’s been some time since I appreciated flowers, but it feels good to be on the receiving end this time.

So to you, I hope our love continues to flourish the way these daisies will forever make my days better.

I hope that some time in forever, we happen. Divine timing.

kosmogrl:

growing up really is scary, deep down I’m still the same as when I was 16 and with no idea of what to do or how to start. and I’m stuck in my head while life goes on

no-pain:

detailedart:

Moonlight

desactivemaintenant-deactivated:

It’s been a long time. I grew. A bit and I’m glad I did.

Darling, I don’t think I could ever stop loving you in this lifetime.

wholeheartedsuggestions:

days don’t have to be great to be good days. good days can be calm and relatively uneventful, a small rest from seemingly longer days. those are the ones i find myself overlooking and then missing. there were days when i tasted really good fresh fruit or bought a happy little bee plant or took a nice nap or had lunch outside under the sun. those were good days i should have given more credit.

dumb-little-baby:

slowdowniwantthis-deactivated20:

“fuck I missed you” while sliding in >>>

Oh! 😵‍💫

00v:

fuck texting i want to hold you and hear every detail about your day