all a girlie needs is to be surrounded by her trinkets and have ambient lighting and maybe an open window with a slight breeze
the nostalgia of living in your hometown as an adult can really make you sick. your childhood doesn’t exist anymore yet you can see it all around you all the time
me: okay i’ve complained enough about this it’s time to put it to rest
me five minutes later: actually you know what-
yeah it is what it is but it fuckin hurts
gentle growth is still growth, slow growth is still growth, fast growth is still growth, steady growth is still growth, messy growth is still growth. It’s as simple as that :), growth isn’t linear <3
