-cats in the nap position
-the vastness of space
-satisfied wanderlust -holding a baby
-simplifying your work
procrastination is just like masturbation, in the end you’re only screwing yourself.
-your fairy god mother
-what you truly believe in
-the answers in the back of the book
-potato pancakes and applesauce
-the theme from sesame street
an extra roll of paper towels
-choosing the most rewarding path
-the break you needed
-rushes of emotion triggered by a song on the radio
-all the beautiful varieties of grays in winter
-a spinning prism wind chime
-owning something made of red silk
-the ability to memorize
-the scent of orange blossoms
-watching the days grow longer
-a handwritten letter
-sitting in a window seat
-hot coffee in your thermos
-a light backpack
-wood that’s ready for the fireplace
i know that he’s out there.
even when my mind plays it’s tricks,
telling me he’ll never come, he doesn’t exist.
the lies get louder for every careless boy i meet,
they come by just to get what they want,
and pass through, never giving a second glance,
or even a second thought toward me.
i think ‘maybe it’s me, maybe i’m the reason why’
and that could be it, but nonetheless it hurts,
and it makes me feel like i’m only good for one thing.
i know i’m not, i’m so much more, i’m meant to be in love,
i’m meant to get married and not care where i am or what we do as long as i’m with him.
because all i’ve ever wanted was him, he’s all i genuinely care about,
i’ve always felt weird about loving someone before i know them,
i don’t know if that’s normal or not, normalcy doesn’t tend to show up for me.
all i can do is to hope for his existence,
and hope that the words inside my head are dead wrong.
♫ Florence and the Machine
♫ Fleet Foxes
♫ Beach House
♫ Dr Dog