I don’t ask much from the future just a few rooms with high ceilings, some trees outside my window, warm tea, stacks of books, a small garden and someone to come home to
Sunday bliss with my girl Watson😌🐰🍵🍰💗
I don’t ask much from the future just a few rooms with high ceilings, some trees outside my window, warm tea, stacks of books, a small garden and someone to come home to
you know what truly disgusts me… being able to feel my own heartbeat. it’s bad. don’t need to actively know what’s going on in there. don’t need to feel that. it’s not any of my business
“The hardest part of first grade is ‘eleven plus eleven’ because a lot of the class don’t be knowing that.“
It is never too late to be what you might have been
It is so hard to leave—until you leave.
And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.