words n flowers / 20 ~ poetry, ghibli, cottage core, dark/light academia, wanna be country girl
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travelling alone, eating alone, having to worry about doing dishes n your laundry, feeling overwhelming and crying over anything n everything, feeling grateful to be here, feeling anxious about future, missing home, never thought i’d miss home, learning new things, learning so much, meeting good people who make you feel like home, doing something for the first time and its scary and you want to sit n cry but doing it anyway, doing it scared, realising that you’re on your own and it scares you, realising that you’re on your own and its freeing, waiting for the metro only to sit on the bench ideally and watch it leave, the doors close and you tell yourself that you’ll get on the next one.
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ON PURPOSE, I'M GOING TO LOVE YOU ON PURPOSE
Jenny Slate // Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue // Pleiades, Anne Carson // Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo // @oriley42 and @earth167 (and a half) on Tumblr // Jodi Picoult from The Book Of Two Ways // The Night Vale, Episode 100, The Toast // Adam Melchor, I Choose You // Kierston White, The Chaos of Stars
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Nothing has gotten me through life like “it will pass” has
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And it passes, it passes, it passes. Time is neither friend nor foe. Time falls into step; time does not berate. Time is a neutral observer. It’s okay to take a break, set down the heaviness for a moment or two. The clouds are still moving. There’s no race to be won, and no other path the same. You can stop to smell the roses, every breath has meaning. It is a wondrous thing to be alive
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I wish somebody had told me about the loneliness that accompanies young adulthood. Most days, I feel like a child playing at being an adult, all alone, having no clue where to start. I play-pretend every day, all clumsy and disorganised and then console myself, saying that it gets better, every night.
Tell me, when do you get the hang of it?
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Life is the best therapist of all, and it is affordable, accessible, and right outside your door.
Meg Jay, The Twentysomething Treatment
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I need more friends I need people to hang out with and support me and do stupid shit with me and cook mediocre food with me bc it tastes better together I need people to take weird pictures of and to take weird pictures of me I need people to sit in a parked car with and yell lyrics to songs I need people to be platonically in love with I need shitty crafts given as birthday presents I need long walks out in nature making up games I need comfortable silence broken only by quoting obscure references I need knowing looks and stifled giggles and confident I love yous
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It takes time to build a good life.
Meg Jay, The Twentysomething Treatment
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all i need is a break from this world and a digicam corder to explore the nature yet to be explored
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I think now
I’m glad you didn’t like me back.
I would have lost myself in the loving of you
and missed out on the wonder
of growing into myself.
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Can someone please explain why, as a middle-aged woman, I still don’t feel like an adult?? Like, I only feel grown talking to teenagers.
But in a lot of day to day situations, I feel inexperienced, naive, and just generally not confident or prepared?
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worst part of moving out of your childhood house is that when you're upset and you say you want to go home, the bed that you imagined isn't there anymore
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moving out is like. i haven’t had nightmares since I left. i miss my childhood bed. im the freest I’ve ever been. all i want is for someone to tell me what to do. i miss my mother. im so glad I left. no one except me will take care of me while im sick. it was always like that from the beginning. i can’t stop coughing. i can’t stop laughing. i miss my childhood dog. she’s been dead for six years
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that Sunday in July when we were young and did not look into the abyss,
Anne Sexton, from "The Fury of Sundays" in The Complete Poems
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yes🙏🏻🤲🏻🤍
Things you'll experience in July:
the time of your life
new levels of awareness
a spiritual awakening
more love for self
feeling fully supported by spirit
healthier habits and routines
more patience, faith and trust
acceptance toward self and others
more compassion for loved ones
more reasons to laugh and smile
hearing the words "I love you" often
confidence that is sourced from within
a soft and gentle hug from the universe
a lucky break toward your dreams
unwavering confidence and self-assurance
Written by Raw Honey Bliss
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。゚゚・。・゚゚。 ゚. July will bring blessings.
゚・。・゚
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