Reblog If You Too, Are A Formless Blob

I want to fall in love with life again. Like looking forward to waking up and seeing the sun rising in the sky, tending to my pets after making my bed. Making breakfast again while listening to music, looking forward to what the day has to offer and enjoying the peace. I want to explore what nature has to offer, and go for walks and take in all of the serene beauty. I want to make gifts for the people I care about and give back to the world. And at the end of the day over a nice dinner, I can watch the sun set and see the stars and just know that things will be okay and that I am alright to be here.

God I would kill to be in a Queen show

i would love to explain everything in my room to someone i have so many stories of why and what things are

my secret agenda is actually just to sit in your room and show you my favorite songs while you explain different things you have on your wall or your desk to me

oh my god, let me be gay in peace

i want to have a porch with a swing and candles and lanterns. there will be hanging plants and there will be lightning bugs. it’ll be late august before i work at a high school in a small town somewhere in the north east. i’ll be happy and listening to the sound of bugs. idk if anyone will be there with me but that’s okay.

girls are so pretty like they can just do simple things like breathing and inside all i think is ‘oh my goodness she’s breathing’ and wow girls really do be out here breathing sometimes

date idea: you talk to me about your favorite things and i listen intently because hearing you get excited is just so cute

concept: i get my drivers license and then i come to your house to pick you up. we go to the grocery store, it’s nine at night so the store is soon to closing, and we buy those cake slices in plastic containers. we sit in my car in the parking lot, you connect to bluetooth because i like your music taste and eat cake while it starts to rain. nothing else matters because nothing else feels real.

I’m c r y i n g

oh how the years flew by