on the bright side

-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

-plaid pajamas

-solar lights

-saving money

-white teeth

-pretzel sticks

-all the beautiful varieties of grays in winter

-a spinning prism wind chime

-owning something made of red silk

-the ability to memorize

-cinnamon tea

-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

♫ Yeasayer