What If We Decomposed But It Was Gay

I just want someone to tell me I haven’t wasted my life and mean it

october mood

fall aesthetic: unruly curls. deeply flushed cheeks. subtle smoked eyes. bitten nose hidden behind a novel. spectacles tuck into a knitted cardigan. dried flowers resting behind an ear. cocoa with your dearest fur baby. scribbling random thoughts in a journal. dark boots and dainty ballets. loud giggles and cherished moments.

Hits different huh

i think it is very important to remember that you can like dark academia and dumb rom coms. you can read sappho and the hunger games. you can like libraries and tailgates. you can listen to mozart and taylor swift. you can admire monet and fan art from a show you watch. you can like cottagecore and like to party. you can watch obscure foreign films and the office. what is life without variety. stop stopping yourselves bc it doesn’t match your aesthetic.

we’re all alive. it’s one in the morning, she is in her bed right now on her phone laughing at something while i’m here laughing at the same thing. human connection is crazy and it makes no sense, but hell it exists, we exist and that’s lovely.

Imagine cuddling up in bed together on a rainy day, listening to the calming sounds of the rain, and snuggling impossibly closer to one another as you fall asleep

it’s not summer, but imagine it is summer and the sun is still golden and your and her are riding your bikes back to your house after a picnic. it’s lovely and then you go home and decide to make s’mores and there’s mosquitos and lightning bugs everywhere but you don’t mind because you’re happy. you and her are happy together.

It has come to my attention that answering “How are you” with “not dead yet” may be alarming to some folks,