I am such a “huh” ass bitch. Lmao i got bad hearing sorry

hey. don't cry. one million brown eyed boys on earth. okay?

HOLY SHIT. dont cry TWO POINT SEVEN BILLION brown eyed boys on earth. okay?

why are little things called little things. they’re everything

Who cares what society thinks relationships should be like. Don't be afraid to have strange and unusual relationships with the people around you. Ask someone if they wanna pretend to date for fun. Kiss your homies goodnight. Buy your friends flowers and nice things. Who cares. Love your friends. Be a flirt. Be a whore. Be silly. Be free.

—Sor Juana Inés de la Cruz, tr. by Judith Thurman, from "She Satisfies A Fear with the Rhetoric Tears,"

wanna be cuddled for like 4 or 5 days

does any one else think it should be easier

You’re ready for something new.

one thing about me is i will be in bed

all i want is to be well-read, well-spoken, and well-loved.

when sally rooney said “I think we’re at that weird age where life can change a lot from small decisions.” and “now I can never go back there again. I mean, those friendships are gone. Rob is gone, I can never see him again. I can never get that life back.” when lorde said “Couldn't wait to turn fifteen, Then you blink and it's been ten years” and “It drives you crazy getting old” when taylor swift said “Nothing's ever left you scarred, and even though you want to just try to never grow up” and “How can a person know everything at 18 but nothing at 22?” and when phoebe bridgers said “And when I grow up, I'm gonna look up from my phone and see my life” and when mitski said “And I was so young when I behaved twenty five yet now I find I've grown into a tall child” and when-

i want to learn at least 6 languages and play the bass and electric guitar and piano and make sculptures and paint and write and have a little garden and a cosy home with a reading corner and a bedroom with a rooflight but mostly i just want to love and be loved love this world cherish my life and everyone around me

— Martha Gellhorn, in a letter to Hortense Flexner and Wyncie King, from Selected Letters of Martha Gellhorn