I write a lot of nonsense, I write to understand. Twenty-one years old. Wordsmith and old soul. My age doesn't reflect my mind. I adore words and the ocean. My happiness is on the seashore.
why am i nothing
concept: you and the person you’re in love with wake up next to each other. you give sleepy good morning kisses and you curl up closely next to them as the sun pours in from the window. you are happy.
there’s just so much going on in the world and i don’t understand why
i feel so much
sometimes i think about you
sometimes i think about all of the moments i wish i could take back
