I’ve been lying to myself about how sad this absence is making me. I miss you so much.

“There’s time we can waste
and there’s time we must treasure,
please have both with me.” — Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

“A comfort zone is a beautiful place, but nothing ever grows there.”

This perfectly describes the root of the anxiety I’ve felt in the last couple of months. So many things I want to do or change but I can’t seem to step out of my comfort zone.

With us, it’s never off the table.



I often wonder if I’m too hard on myself when critiquing my own work.

A comfortable feeling like no other. Why did this someone disappear? You can’t just find that again.

“She’ll turn their heads—
but not their hearts.” — "Beauty’s Curse" - Love & Misadventure, Lang Leav (via part-my-pout)

I have too many things. Material things that are not important to me. I need to go through my room, mostly my closet. I find joy in throwing away or giving away unnecessary things in my room. I feel weird when I notice how many things I have.

Being told I looked pretty by a guy I’ve always been attracted to was nice to hear. 👌😊

I miss you friend. 😔

“I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough.” — I have become rather fearful I suppose.  (via dollpoetry)

I will always feel that I don’t take enough photos. And I will always feel that I don’t take good enough photos.


Left like leaves on the sleepy street, fallen like the rain. I don’t want to watch you go, or face the road alone again.

❤️ this skirt.