I Always Say I Want To Go Home But I Am At Home, In My House. But I Guess Home Isnt A Place, Its A Feeling.

learning multiple different languages just for the sake of trying to lay my thoughts bare

why do all the words sound heavier in my native language? scratch that. why did I choose to seek refuge in a language of another instead of training my tongue to bear the heaviness of my own?

i’m at my bridge and i’m ready to burn it

I’ll have enough books when they fill my room like the stars fill the sky.

E.V. Fairfall (via bookaddict24-7)

all im asking for is a good life. im a simple girl with simple needs. i just want to live in a small cottage or a mansion full of art, it doesn’t matter which. i just want to be surrounded by art. art like the warm scents of wild flowers, the smell of soil, the varying colors of the earth which its flowers bear, and art like the wide fields where i want to run through with my lover hand in hand, like there’s no tomorrow. again, im a simple girl with simple needs, with a need for art.

“I am homesick for a place I am not sure even exists. One where my heart is full. My body loved. And my soul understood.”

— Melissa Cox

currently...

Life is always better when everyone else is asleep so I can be a complete lunatic and not worry about getting caught

dear author of my life,

respectively, what the actual fuck

absolutely love using the term partner

business partner?

lover?

partner in crime?

good cop bad cop?

all the above

Bitches be like I have so much to do but end up laying on bed listening to wildest dreams (Taylor's version) while creating fake scenarios in my head. I am bitches.