t. s. eliot / joyce liao / holly warburton / mary oliver / albert camus / richard siken / louise erdrich / wendy cope / keaton st. james / holly warburton
"To be in love is to fill your soul with beauty, you don't need another human being for that.. you can love your morning coffee, you can fall in love with a sunrise.. you can adore flowers, oh how the time flies. You can be in love with someone and they could never know, you can love art, books, food, even your fav show.. you can love the color pink or red or orange, you can love who you are too, even if your pages are torn. You can love sunsets and walks in the park, you can love puppies and kittens, or just sitting in the dark.. there are so many things to love in this world, fill yourself with them and you will find your happiness.. look at the world with open eyes and you will find that so many things impress. Such is the way of beauty, and when you find the beauty in yourself.. that is the most beautiful of all."
Self love isn't just about loving yourself.. it's loving the world around you too.
- eUë
Something something the curtains are blue or whatever but underappreciated media analysis phenomenon is when someone else reads something you wrote and points out the blue curtains that you hadn't even noticed yourself hanging up while you built it. Like fuck they sure are I genuinely hadn't noticed I just flung em up I was concentrating on the carpet. Hey that shade of blue goes nice with the carpet huh. I should get more decor in that colour. Does this make sense to anyone
Every note I get on my posts makes me so happy, I feel like have something to look forward to. It’s one of the best feelings ever when someone likes or reblogs my post like there are people who think I make sense, and in a weird yet comforting way I feel like I can actually do something, such a self boost. it’s just so wholesome.