Oh to be a florist but also a doctor but also a librarian but also a psychologist but also a baker but also work at a cafe but also cats

"Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost."

The hopeless romantic urge to look at the moon and stars, forever.

I used to think communication was the key until I realized, comprehension is. You can communicate all you want with someone but if they don't understand you, it's silent chaos.

Sadness matures us in a way time can’t help but envy

might fuck around and only wear tweed, turtlenecks and oxfords, drink worrying amounts of coffee, leave my apartment only to sit in a small cafe and read paperbacks, have a close friendship with underlying homoeroticism,,

Going to a library with someone you love and sitting in a corner with your head propped up on their shoulder while you both are reading books in peace and calm is the most intimately wholesome thing ever.