let's go to the old bookstore, sit in a corner on the soft carpet and talk about our favorite books, forgetting that time exists.
i think im a little bit in love with everyone and everything ever. and thats ok
oh my god. most of life really is about the little things. a good haircut, a nice playlist, trying a new recipe that turns out well, a poem that hits home, a comfortable spot in the sun, spontaneous messages, a pen you enjoy writing with, tea with the right temperature to drink, buying that thing you’ve been eyeing for a while, a warm bed. yeah im so grateful for the little enjoyments
For old times sake is actually such a heartbreaking and beautiful sentiment. Like, let’s do it for the love that used to be here. It is reason enough.
not enough secret gardens and hidden passageways and bookshelves that open to a mysterious library these days. get working on that girls.
