And sometimes home is finding comfort in the notes of music and lines of songs that speaks to your heart, home is in the voice of your favourite singer, in the love and time to create playlists, in the pages of a good book, home is curling up in poetry, in the drafted incomplete notes app words, it is coming to the familiarity of loud voices and chaos, home is your mom peeling you fruits after just questioning your entire existence, its your brother wanting to watch an anime together after you guys fought just a couple days before, it is when your dad shares a funny video after having said unkind words to you, home is fries with your best friend, sharing photos of cats in your group chat, discussing poetry, movies, series with your brother, home is having a walk under the pretty palette of evening skies with the love of your life after a long day you both had. Home is everything you find yourself coming back to. 🥀

emotional intimacy is top tier

"all sins are attempts to fill voids" what a line. what a fucking line. i will be angry for the rest of my life that i did not write this line.

And he looked at her the way she’d looked at the moon; with a longing he had yet to understand

"You deserve a lover who takes away the lies and brings you hope, coffee, and poetry."

"Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe."

my whole life has been a play of obsessions and distractions. to be obsessed with something so it distracts me from the reality, to find another distraction cuz the obsession is destroying me.