Somebody loves you if they don’t mind the quiet. They don’t mind running errands...– Thought Catalog, How To Tell If Someone Loves You (via attaches)
ambedo n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life
- The Mother’s Day Brunch shift was crazy busy today. I worked for 4.5 hours with barely any food in my stomach and my goodness, I was hungry. They sent me off at the end unexpectedly, before the servers cashed out so they better remember to tip me out.. - Working again in an hour, yippee. - I need TV shows to watch. I’ve been a crazy TV girl lately, just because I need it after my...
Because I like lists and point-form and don’t like writing organized paragraphs/essays all that much (if anyone ever gets into my head, they will know how disorganized my thoughts are and how quickly I get distracted), I’ll start talking about my life in point form more often. So: - Woke up with a headache today - was supposed to have a good decent 8 hours of sleep but I didn’t...
I’m in my last week of freedom before summer school starts (and thankfully it ends mid/late June). Today, I went to Stanley Park for a nice walk in the trails and along the Sea Wall. The weather was absolutely amazing and it was the right temperature - warm but a little cool. I was wearing exercise clothes because I thought it would be best, but afterwards we went to this adorable cafe...
hereunoia: I don’t need a map of the universe, he said. Because if I join together the freckles on your back with my pen. I can draw the constelations without looking at the stars. And I’ll follow these, like a map to the place where I kissed you for the first time. — “Cartographer,” Alaska Gold